Happy Birthday Sprot!

Today is the 25th anniversary of the birth of my daughter, Abigail Flora. A quarter of a century. Twenty-five years. We've had a lot of good times together, a few not so good, but none of them bad enough to break the bond or push us apart. We share a lot of personality traits and a lot of interests and we learn from each other. Even our mistakes can become part of our collective myth, like the title of this post. I use to call her Sport until I made a typo and she liked it, so Happy Birthday, Sprot. Giovanni says so too 'alles gute zum Geburstag!!'