Happy 12th (!) birthday Annika. What a creative, funny, strong, independent young woman you have become. I remember when you were two years old and you'd ask me to rub your feet before nap time. And the time you ate ten pieces of corn on the cob. And the day you became an incredible soccer player. And the road trip to Florida when you cried for two hours because of cramp in your foot. So I held your hand. More good, more challenge, more milestones, more times to look back and realize how much we have accomplished as a family. Keep it coming. I want it all. I love you Annika.
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