8.30.2011

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I love being a Mama... I really really do. There's truly absolutely nothing else I'd rather do with my life than raise my babies. Don't get me wrong... like all moms, there's not a point in every day of my life where my kiddos aren't driving me absolutely insane and I long for a few uninterrupted hours of quiet to myself... even if that only means I get to clean up my kitchen without being nagged for something that will cause me to have to mess it up again. Even with that said though, I wouldn't trade a single day of the past four years.

My Reese Cup made me a Mama exactly four years ago today. Seems I can't have a kid without there being some kind of dramatic story that goes along with it. For this one, it was the eternity that it took to get her out. Already four days past her due date, sunny side up, and she. wasn't. budging. From the time we showed up for our scheduled induction (8am August 29) to the time she finally showed herself to the world (11:27am August 30) 11+ people in both of our families had spent the night in the hospital waiting 27 1/2 hours for her to arrive. She finally did so, when she wanted, and without anyone telling her how she was gonna do it.

If you know Reese, then you know that not much has changed in four years. :)

Now this beautiful girl of mine (who I can barely claim as my own to look at her) is one year away from Kindergarten and I really can't tell you where the time has gone. Her imagination keeps me in stitches. Her brilliance and intelligence, well it shocks me so often at what she's able to comprehend. (The girl can spout off verses and chapters of scripture without blinking an eye.) I would be absolutely beside myself without her help each day now living with and taking care of two babies. She is responsible and able beyond her four years, and I'm so grateful to have her as my daughter. All that to say, she's still four... and the things she comes up with and says sometimes (insert story last week from April Willett) well, let's just say Lord knows I need a reminder every once in a while that she really is only four... :) I get really excited to think of how sweet I know our relationship can be as she grows older, and pray to God he gives me the wisdom to guide her little heart to love Him well as she matures. Oh how I loooove my Reese Cup. Happy Birthday sweet girl! I'm so grateful that you're mine!



1 comment:

Esther said...

Happy birthday Reese! See ya later!