My sweetie is now sixteen. I set this to post at exactly the time she was born, May 15 at 2:10AM. She has grown into quite a young lady.
Notice Hobgoblin? He saw her in our yard and called out in a whiny voice, so she decided to take a picture with him.
My young knitter, naturalist, historian, artist, comedienne, philosopher, animal lover. So many talents stuffed into one beautiful package. I wish I could take some credit for how well she's turned out, but she has always been one of those children that is so easy (Except ages 4-6. We think she used up all her teen attitude at that time. You may think it strange that I mention it, but she really doesn't like to be thought of as perfect). She is a natural learner. She loves reading. Everything interests her. If there were more Marinas in the world, it would be a lovely place full of gardens, animals, museums, and hand-knitted hats.