Today, she is 2. This little fire breather who came thundering into our lives unplanned, when we were unready and she was unyielding.
She guided us through our trauma, through loss, through change and through joy. She taught us how to rise. Her name was never chosen for her, she chose it long before we ever spoke it. Her purpose was never to save us, she is rooted in her own strength and destiny. But saving us is exactly what she did.
She is determination, she is unruliness, she is stardust, she is the ashes and the fire. We woke up to the first storm of summer this morning, it is only fitting. Her brother is up there making the skies dance for her, matching her magic with flashes of light and thunderous roars.