There are a lot of September birthdays in our extended family. (Eleven, to be exact.)
One of them is Lydia's.
Lydia was born a week overdue.
She was worth the wait.
Lydia is our only dark-haired and (relatively) tan-skinned kid.
Lydia is a song-bird.
Lydia dresses up pretty much every day.
We love her deep voice.
Lydia is persuasive, using rock-solid logic and assuring head-nods.
Lydia has some of my favorite facial expressions.
Lydia loves fun.
And ice pops.
There was exactly, precisely one thing that Lydia wanted for her birthday. For weeks (months?) there was only one answer she gave when I asked her what she might like. It was the same answer every time...
"A rainbow clown wig."