My marvelous Miss Squish, my middle child, turns nine years old today. What a wonder she is! Endlessly curious, smart as a whip, funny and joyous. She solves puzzles, crafts, invents, explores, and creates endlessly. She is a constantly humming machine of creativity and brilliance.
My father pegged her as philosophically brilliant at a young age, not just scientifically so. The last voice mail he ever left me (which I still have saved) was him explaining to me why she was clearly a genius, and she’s only gotten smarter every year since then.
She’s also a supremely sensitive young lady, in tune with both her own emotions and those around her. She can pick out a sad child or a ticking temper tantrum intuitively. And she’s ever so kind.
I love her more every year, and I can’t wait to see the next few dozen lives she chooses to live. Happy birthday, Squishy!
The Opportunity Machine 