Nineteen

She was always eager.

An eager learner, we called her. One of those “Oooh! Oooh! Pick me!” kind of kids in the classroom.

Eager to be the first to experience, to see, to know . . . anything.



Eager to love—always free to share hugs and affection with those she loves.



Eager to run ahead.



Eager to work hard.



Eager to please us, her parents.



Eager to be a great sister.



Eager to be goofy.



Eager to be a friend.



Eager to be born.

Nineteen years ago today Kate eagerly arrived . . . three weeks early.

We love you, Kate!



Happy birthday!