She’s about to be three and I’ve never met a kid with more pure, unadulterated joy. She sucks the oxygen out of the room, but she fills it up with sunshine. She’s happy, loud, lovely from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Sweetest soul, enthusiasm for days, giggles for miles. A pure joy to know and love and teach and raise. She was in my belly and now she’s in my heart. Purest Francie, purest joy. Happy Birthday, Pants!