If you know me for over a year, you know I get all mushy gushy on velentine's day.
I knew she was special the moment I found out I was pregnant. I don't know; just a feeling you get that tells you you're carrying someone extra special inside you. When she was born, after 22 hours of labor, almost 4 hours of pushing, a handfull of doctors and even more nurses, the hospital's head surgeon coming in, grabbing the forceps and getting her out of there asap, everyone clapped. I didn't really realize that we had both been in danger until much later.
She's nine today. Nine. Where did eight go?
She has grown into a beautiful, smart young girl; we've had our share of trials and still deal with asthma and Tourette's syndrome. But everyday I look in her eyes and see heaven. She is kind, gentle, considerate, and everyone that meets her gets a glimpse of her enchantment and falls in love with her.
Happy birthday Valentine!