Eleven...!

Marigold was born on Easter Sunday, and today again she celebrates her birthday on Easter. Wasn't it just last week she was ten? Marigold is a hoot. She has a wonderful sense of humor that sneaks up on you, just when you least expect it.  Last summer when the munchkins were staying with me, I insisted that Phinnaeus had to wash his feet before he got into bed at night, and amidst much sighing, he complied.  One day when I took the kids swimming during the sweltering heat wave, Marigold bounded out of the pool and up onto the beach and said, "At least this is a good way to get Phinnaeus to wash his feet..." and off she bounded again back into the pool.  I laughed.  Marigold looks up to her big brother, much to his chagrin at times.  The other night after his band concert was finished, Marigold jumped out of her chair and said, "I'm going to find Phinnaeus!" and off she went in search of her brother. There is only three years difference in their ages, and I hope they will be friends their whole lives.  I think it's very important.

Marigold has dark, poker-straight hair, unlike everyone else in the family, and she's very athletic. She also loves math and she's good at it.  My goodness, I have no idea where that talent came from -- certainly not from me.

I rarely -- if ever -- see Marigold in a bad mood.  She's even tempered, and she's a very nice person.  She has a good centre.  One sometimes wonders where these little people come from, how their souls are created -- they are all so unique, and Marigold is definitely unique.  I believe Marigold will make her mark on the world one day.  She belongs to that generation of women who can do anything they want to do with their lives, unimpeded.  The sky's the limit.

Happy Easter, everyone, and Happy Birthday to Marigold...!