On January 25th, 2008 at 5:19pm she was born after only 5 hours of labor. She was placed on my chest for only a moment before she was whisked away because she wasn't crying. I was scared. Why wasn't she crying? Thankfully she cried shortly after she was taken. Those moments felt like forever. I just wanted her. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to see her.
I loved her.
She was quiet for the most part. She was incredibly snuggly. She was so sweet. She was impossible not to love. All the fears I had disappeared when she was born.
Over the years she grew from a chunky baby to a skinny toddler. She had spunk. She was sassy. She was still so sweet though. She loved to cuddle. She loved to color and loved to bake. She also loved her big brother.
It seemed overnight that she grew from a little baby to this big girl who herself was now a big sister. Something she begged for. She desperately wanted to be a big sister. I am pretty sure she thinks her baby brother was a gift to her. She loves him.
She's so sweet. She is creative. She still loves to color and draw. She is like me in that way. She is content with paper and something to write with. She loves to build Lego's with her big brother. I don't think she really likes it. I think she just likes to play with him and he loves to play Legos. She really loves her American Girl doll. It looks like her & I she thinks that is pretty cool.
These last 7 years flew by. I am scared to see how quick the next 7 will go. I shouldn't say scared. It's not scary. It's kind of sad in a way. She's not my baby anymore. She is growing into this wonderful person. A skinny little thing with long hair that she refuses to let me cut it. Her army green eyes and beautiful smile.
I love her.
Happy 7th Birthday, my love.
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