Letter to my daughter

Harper.  My daughter.  My baby.  The last little Quinn.  You came to us with such a calm, easygoing presence.  Easy pregnancy, easy labor, easy baby.  Such a bundle of peace and comfort.  But in like a lamb, with a lion heart.  You're almost a year now, almost baby girl!  And you've grown so much already.  I watch you stretch your limbs with new abilities and admire your tenacity, your stubborn streak and the way you've learned to stand your ground.  Nobody will ever count you out baby girl.  And we are forever in your corner.  Happy 'almost' birthday.