Tuesday, January 09, 2007
At 10:31 am, on January 9th, 1996, my beloved daughter was born and placed, squalling and warm on my chest. My life has never been the same.
Sweetie, I love you more and more each day. You constantly surprise and amaze me. You are growing and changing so fast, but I can still see the capricious toddler inside of you who loves new experiences. You are just as at ease painting your fingernails and planning your outfits as you are coloring and playing with dolls.
When people look back on their lives, they often want to have left a mark -- some way to show that they were here on this Earth, and that they made a difference. YOU are the thing that I'm most proud to leave behind.
I can't believe you're already eleven. The years have flown by so fast. Happy Birthday, my baby.