Today is the birthday of my daughter, the well-known award-winning deviant.
She is today nine years old.
She has been nine years old on a number of occasions, on her birthday. 
For she likes that age. And time is what she makes of it.
Because I am her father, I can recall years before she became nine. And can embarrass her, by recounting tales of those days.
Of late I have been remembering when she entered the language of conversation. While today she is a practiced wordsmith, with many artful and completed works to her credit, it was not always so. For once upon a time, when she entered the language of conversation, her utterances were confined to the following:
“I saw a choo-choo going.”
“I know. I see.”
“I didn’t know. I didn’t see.”
I am thinking today that these were wise choices, these words she used to enter the language of conversation. For though there are many other words, in this our language, just about everything that needs to be said, in the language of conversation, can be expressed in those words.
Not everything. But nearly.
Try it.
Happy belated birthday, Deviant Daughter. And many happy returns.
I am sure the belated deviant will herself acknowledge your good wishes, when her somewhat eccentric orbit returns her to this space.
Since the cherished brat caught my birthday on time she has a lot of leeway for her own. Any orbit bringing her back is just fine as frog fur.
Thank you very much!
Perhaps I was on to something with those phrases. And yes, nine it is.
Thank you for writing about me on my birthday. That was very nice.
Yes, I have decided you were indeed on to something. One of your many Wonders. ; )
oh, oh – ’tis late January and I have been away — “away” meaning being distracted by the many mundane things of the world. And once again, I am jealous that I missed being a part of this group –they of the clever words and irreverant thoughts that send my tired mind into unexplored spaces. BUT that does not mean that I can not still acknowledge how cleverly verbal was your Julia Rain even way long ago — a New Year’s Eve baby. Happy natal day to the Deviant Dgtr — though belated, it is no less meaningful. And now I must dash for I have many, many bluenred blogs to catch up with. Be prepared! Namaste. xoxox
She hasn’t been around for awhile. Maybe time to send out the St. Bernard, with the little keg of brandy round his neck.
Thank you very much for the birthday wishes.