Robin,

You are my favorite because you were the supercharged daughter, who I cannot think of without hearing laughter - especially that high peal of laughter that contained perfect joy that I heard for the first time at Halloween when you were about three.  You had gone to a couple of houses and when you suddenly understood that you could go to all the houses on the street and they would give you candy, you turned and ran to the next one.  As you ran, you threw back your head and laughed that laugh of perfect joy.  That sound still echoes in my heart.

My little clown, my athelte who could out run everyone in her class in the 5th grade.  You will never know the pride I felt watching you play basket ball or running with reckless abandon on your soccer team.  I am not sure my voice will ever be the same from how I yelled the night you beat Nicky spinning the basketball on your finger during the half-time routine when you were on the PIP drill team.  I must have torn something for now even thinking of that moment makes my throat hurt.

I love you best because of how adventurous you have always been and how you have always managed to find fun in everything you do.