…Sgt Pepper had nothing to do with it, but it was a significant day.
Mojo was born.
November 2, 1992.
My perfect little cupie doll-lipped baby girl made her way into this world. She was strong from the start. She was bright and inquisitive. She still is.
Mojo gave our entire family a focus we’d never had before. It was a beautiful thing. And over the course of these 20 years, the whole family has raised her. Again, giving us focus. She is who she is and she is not just the product of me and her father, but of a family. Her father, who faded from sight when she was 5, has missed out on one of the most exquisite experiences anyone can imagine. It hurt her, I know. But truly, he is the one who has lost the most.
I look at this young woman and I consider myself so very blessed. She is intelligent, curious, funny, gorgeous, thoughtful, determined, and a whole host of other words that scarcely begin to describe her.
I love my daughter and am so proud of who she is.
Happy birthday, honey!