Wednesday, January 5, 2011

A quarter century old

Once upon a time, in a land not so very far from here, a little girl was born. And she was named after a lake that she fished in every summer until she was almost grown.And she had blonde curls and looked just like her father and appeared in mischievous photographs, even though she really wasn't mischievous at all.And she loved animals and reading and crafts and Barbie dolls.And then she grew into an embarrassingly awkward adolescence, with some unfortunate haircuts and outfit choices, of which no photographs were ever recorded.And then she roped herself a boyfriend, whom she decided to never let go. And they went to her first prom.And then her second (by then, they were both out of braces, though you wouldn't know it by his smirk). And she graduated from high school.And then college three years later.And two months after that, they were married.
And, twenty-five years after the once upon a time, she wished herself a happy birthday and a happily ever after, with a jaunty tip of her top hat.