Exactly 6 years ago, at 11:35AM, you were born. You have changed my life forever, I love you, my daughter.
It hardly seems like it’s been 6 years since you were born. I remember rushing to the hospital, Dada was using the GPS but somehow we got lost and ended up having to turn around at a dead end. We got to the hospital and I thought that I was dying. I was so scared for us. Once they gave me the pain medication I felt much better and had a nice time resting up in our delivery room with Dada and Aunty Maura.
Just before 11AM you decided that you were ready to come out and see the world. 45 minutes later I was able to meet you. You didn’t cry right away when you came out, I was so worried about you. But you were just looking around, taking things in. That silence was short-lived, though, when they put you on the cold scale (6 LBS, 8 OZ), and gave you your eyedrops and shots. Oh, the screams.
You were such a good baby. You seemingly never slept, waking up to eat every 1-1.5 hours around the clock. But you were good. And every time I would take you anywhere everyone always said how cute you were. I had a few people even say that you were the prettiest baby that they had ever seen. And you were, even though you were bald until you were two.
You’ve always been my good girl. Your “terrible twos” weren’t even that terrible, they were more like “tolerable twos”. Not only that, but you’ve always been so smart. You were walking at 11 months, speaking in full sentences at 18 months, and you practically potty trained yourself.
I treasure you, my beautiful 6-year-old. You went off to Kindergarten this year and I miss you during the day, you always know how to make me laugh. You’ll always be my baby. I love you more than life itself. Happy birthday, Kitty!