Today is the infamous Zora's birthday. She's a whole year old. I don't know where the year went. She's still tiny; still scared of plastic bags, the bed covers, the washer, loud noises, people she doesn't know, her shadow (I could go on forever); and just as sweet as ever. She's been so good to me since Matty left. She turns in circles when I get home from a long day... she's so happy to see me. She follows he around the house (like Matty used to) and lives and breathes on my every move. It's nice to still have someone around that needs me. Anyway, happy birthday to my not-so-little, little girl, Zora!