Birthday Wishes for Lenny!

Happy Birthday to amazing writer/blogger, Lenny Lee! May Hagrid show up at your door with a letter from Hogwarts! Eleven is an awesome age!

In honor of your birthday, here are some birthday quotes:

"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You." 
— Dr. Seuss (Happy Birthday to You!)

"Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. 

"Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?" 

"Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?" 

"I forge’ the details," Hagrid chortled." 

— J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows) 

"I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter, scraped over too much bread. 

- Bilbo Baggins on the occasion of his 111st Birthday" 

— J.R.R. Tolkien

"Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth." 
— Francesca Lia Block

"What they don't understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don't. You open your eyes and everything's just like yesterday, only it's today. And you are--underneath the year that make you eleven. 

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that's the part of you that's still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama's lap because you're scared, and that's the part of you that's five. And maybe one day when you're all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you're three, and that's okay. That's what I tell Mama when she's sad and needs to cry. Maybe she's feeling three. 

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree truck or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That's how being eleven years old is." 

— Sandra Cisneros (Woman Hollering Creek: And Other Stories)