It was 6 years ago today, following a week of stubborn refusal to exit the womb, that the monkey made her appearance.
If kids are amusement park rides, then the Boy is a carousel (round and round), and the Girl equals the bumper cars, but the G is without a doubt the roller coaster. She of the highs and lows, of the crushingly fast turns and gravity-defying loops. It's not called G-force for nothing. She's an E-ticket and worth every minute.
Here's every birthday since (because otherwise I wouldn't believe it has all happened).
Happy 6th, Butternut.
