Seven years ago at this time I was sitting on the couch on our unattractive wool couches (don't every buy wool, or accept as a hand me down if you have dog). Anyhow I was sitting there feeling uncomfortable and large and sweaty and very pregnant. This baby needed to come out and soon but not that night because it was my niece's 3rd birthday and there would be cake. So maybe after the cake, that would work. But dang if those twinges weren't getting more painful and frequent and did I mention how they hurt? So after debating a little I called the husband and asked him if he could come home and if maybe we could take a little ride, you know if it would work with his schedule. We took our trip to the hospital and hung out for a little while and things really started to happen, scary things especially when you're barely into adulthood and you've never had a baby trying to make it's way out. At 7:43 that Monday night seven years ago our girl was born.
She's the oldest of four and has made it her mission in life to guide her siblings through life with kind words, love and occasional WWF showdowns. So far it seems to be working.
I love this girl, she's my right hand man, my go to girl and all those other things. The point is, she's worth her weight times two in gold.
I love the way she laughs at things.
I love that she wants to be a rock star.
I love that she still hugs me and tells me that she loves me.
I love the way that she hates to get up in the morning but still drags herself out of bed.
Having her around has changed me more than I ever thought possible when I held her for the first time all those years ago.
PS- I didn't get any cake that night.
PPS- No, I'm not still bitter.
PPPS- Well, maybe just a little.