Elliott Moens, age 8

This EIGHT YEAR OLD has her nose in a new graphic novel with long tanned legs (that she did not inherit from me) folded under her like a pretzel, and is counting the hours until school starts so she can use her new space-themed backpack. Hamilton is blasting in the background and she has requested Indian food for dinner. She is kind, verbose, hilarious, and almost always willing to snuggle. She says her favorite gift was her go-non. What's "go-non" you ask? "Nothing! What's goin' on with you?" Happy birthday, Elliott.