HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY GIRL!
So, it happened. I have an 8 year old. 8 years ago I was in the middle of a 26 hour labor, wondering if she was ever going to come out. She did. … Her birth was dramatic and long and ended in an emergency c-section. But she came out! She was 7 pounds 14 ounces and had a full head of hair. Everyone told me that it was going to fall out or she was going to rub a bald spot… she never did. She’s always had a full head of hair. It was jet black when she was born and has lightened up considerably. It’s sun-bleached right now and it’s so pretty. While she doesn’t have my eye color, she has my eye shape and the most beautiful full lips. The first thing people tell me when they meet her is, “Wow, she’s beautiful!” and she is. She’s beautiful. She’s also smart, dramatic, sporty, and sweet. She’s an artist and a cheerleader. She’s going to go places, this child of mine. Whether it’s an art route or a sporty route, she’s going to be something. She has the determination and drive of someone who is going to work her butt off to accomplish her goals.
Her dad hasn’t been in the picture for a long time and I can’t help but feel sad for him. He’s missing out on so much. He can try to blame me for cutting him out, but he did that to himself. He never was mature enough to be a father to her. There were times when she would come running up to him and say, “Daddy! I love you!” and he wouldn’t say anything or acknowledge her. It’s sad to think about. But you know what? She’s alright. She’s going to be just fine. She has a big family that loves her. She is happy and healthy. She’s forever my best friend and shopping buddy. She makes me laugh and continuously surprises me with her talents.
Here are some of my favorite pictures I’ve taken of her over the years…