When we were kids, my little sister Sophia was a pipsqueek. She always got called “half-pint,” “little one,” “WeeYa.” She was the second youngest and often got lost in the chaos of six kids under 10. She tried her hardest to find her place. She would shout from her highchair in frustration until someone paid attention to what she had to say, and the cool thing is that most of the time, it was hilarious. Sophia has a great sense of humor, an infectious laugh, a quick smile and a big heart. In the past 30 years, there have been hard times, but through Christ, she has shown an inner strength that I think was born in the struggle all younger siblings face. God Bless you and your girls Sophia. We love you. Happy Birthday.