Last Thursday, as many people were hurrying to make sure that they were on schedule with a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner, our day was a little different. We didn't skip Thanksgiving. In fact we attended two dinners. We woke up, with smiling faces, and sang Happy Birthday! And for the most part, we did what she wanted all day! Two! How is my baby 2? It feels like it was just yesterday that I was driving to the hospital to deliver her. I remember that day like it was happening right now...
It was two days before Thanksgiving, which fell of my birthday that year! I had been having hard contractions pretty steady, on and off but still steady for the last week. I knew she wouldn't come on her due date. I kinda figured it would be payback for me being two weeks late from my due date. My mom always told me it was killer for her. I knew that I was doing this alone. And I was scared, nervous, but so excited. I was so worried something would go wrong. I was worried that my parents, being divorced, being in the same room would have issues. But none of that happened. I was so worried something was going to go wrong. It didn't. It was wonderful. And now she's two. And I'm going to stop writing because I'm crying happy tears and it's getting hard to see. Can't wait to see how she grows and what she learns in the year to come. I love to watch her and see the wonderful little person she is becoming. I am her biggest fan. And wouldn't change having her for the world.
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