my baby girl turns six.

she grew up on a side of the road.
where the church bells ring, and strong love grows.
she grew up good.
she grew up slow.
like american honey.

happy birthday to my favorite little girl in the whole world. you've gone from our strong 'little mini' miracle baby, to a strong, independent, smarty-pants, hilarious, goofy, and beautiful girl. you're perfect exactly the way you are.