7

I have nothing to say today that hasn't already been said by me a million times.  My daughter is my world, and the last 7 years have been the most amazing years of my life.  I woke up this morning shortly before 5am, after burning the midnight oil working on some of the details for her party this weekend, waiting for the clock to tick over to 5:19am, the minute of her birth.  With each minute passing, I watched the room and the hallway beyond the door grow brighter as the sun rose, the birds, waking, chirping their joy to the day, and I realized I'd never thought about what it might be like outside on the day she was born.  The delivery room was dark, the air conditioning whirring loudly, the monitors beeping.  But I do recall noticing later, as I rested, that the sky was blue, the sun was shining.  Probably very much like this morning.  I can listen to the birds and watch the sunrise now, and know that on the day she was born, they chirped their joy for her, as well.

 

Happy 7th birthday, to my beautiful baby girl!  

 

Birth (photo taken at 8 days old)

 

 

1st Birthday

2nd Birthday, with her little friend, M., who shares the same birthday

3rd Birthday

4th Birthday (again, with M.)

 

5th Birthday

6th Birthday (playing the drums we gave her)