On Erin’s birthday I am at a loss for words that entirely and justly sum her up and I keep coming back to one word that succinctly and adequately describes the mother, the partner, the sister, the daughter, the friend, the human that she is. Erin you are perfect. Someday my girls will understand just how lucky they are. Happy birthday my love. (She saw me writing this and agonizing over it - she’s goes “it doesn’t have to be profound my love”… phew)