But even though it's not her real birthday, I thought it was worth taking a look back at the last ten years.
The first time I ever flew with Miss B was when she was coming to visit me in Ottawa. I'd been in Brandon for my aunt and uncle's 50th anniversary, and B and her mom came back with me.
Here's a picture from that trip:
|The first time she came to Ottawa.|
She was 5 months old, and opinionated, and if she didn't approve of what was going on, she'd cry. Interestingly, she'd stop crying if you pointed a camera at her. (Yes, she's the first grandchild.)
|"Come on! I can't go swimming by myself!"|
She kept coming to visit me (and Auntie Wanda, who she claims is her favourite), and it's amazing how much she's grown.
And then a couple of weeks ago, I took the second flight I've ever taken with her, and we went to Florida. Well, you've already heard that story.
Happy birthday, B. Welcome to double digits.