Today is a national holiday: my daughter's birthday. She is SIX! It feels like just yesterday they were telling me they could see her hair as she was crowning, that they were putting her on my chest, still covered in that white goo and looking at me with huge dark eyes like some kind of confused alien. She is my biggest challenge (or at least ties with her little brother...) and my greatest reward. I want to keep pinching myself, trying to get straight that I get to be her mother, that I get to watch the DD show every day. Even on days when I am dying to change channels, it stills ends up having been worth watching.
I still feel a strong belief in the existence of God, or at least a higher power, a unifying force or cohesive fabric. One of the things that keeps me there is her. I can't bring myself to even think that I am responsible for making her, or creating her in any way. I am good with my hands, but only a mighty force like God could have made something this beautiful.
Happy birthday, Sweet Pea! Momma loves you.
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Sweet sentiments! The next time a M is annoying me I'm going to think about the "watching a TV channel" reference.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to you both! :)