Let me catch my breath for a moment. That was much faster than I expected. Timewarp fast. Fifteen years in fifteen minutes fast.
Baby girl is almost grown. And I am on my way to figuring out the mysteries of my daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I adore and delight in her. She’s good stuff, she’s just really different from me.
Like her Dad, Alex is good at every sport she tries. Not a superstar, but good enough to have fun at it. She’s about form, like her dad, and always makes it look easy. Like Steve, she’s mellow, and doesn’t feel the need to verbal vomit every thing she feels (that’s a new term, like it?).
Like her sister, Alex never met a jacket she didn’t love. And shoes. She loves shoes, like Kate loves shoes. And generally weird stuff, like Kate. The stuff no one else thinks is cool, she thinks is really cool.
Like her grandparents, she loves history. Family history, American history, the History Channel.
Like me, she……ummmm, well, we’re still working on that one. She likes to be on time, like me. That’s something.
Alex is curious. She is loyal. She is a goofball. She’s a good friend.
She is Italian, really Italian. Like the kid in Breaking Away.
She’s stubborn, and isn’t that concerned if you are mad at her. That was even true when she was three.
She’s tough. That shows up when she’s pitching.
She’s kind, and refuses to participate in any kind of personal trash talk. Even bashing ex-Presidents. If she thinks you are bashing someone, she will shush you so fast you don’t know what happened.
She loves the Tour de France and can tell you every winner and major rider (something she also shares with her sister and dad). She has favorite sentences in the Constitution. She is pretty good on Beatles trivia.
She loves her dog.
She can memorize any song, and she does. Her iPod is full of her dad’s music.
She was born early and weighed 4.5 pounds. It wasn’t a pretty pregnancy, but my, was she a beautiful baby.
My baby girl has a big future ahead of her. I can’t wait to see it.
Happy Birthday Ally Rose! I love you.