It’s been almost ten years since I peed on that stick and saw the double pink line. Almost ten years since I raced to my doctors office without an appointment, tears streaming down my face, to confirm that I was pregnant with you.
I will never forget the pain of those contractions, I will never forget your full head of hair and the moment Daddy said, “It’s a girl!”. Our baby girl.
The nurse, Doris, said to me that it would all go by so fast. That you would be grown up before I knew it. I prayed that wasn’t true. I didn’t want this part of my life to go by too fast. I do think back to what Doris said…often. Here it is. Your 9th birthday. The last year you are in the “single digits”! It WAS just yesterday that you were pulling on my pants to stand up, saying your first word, learning to skip, moving to the “big girl” bed, starting kindergarten, learning to skate, discovering YOUR voice…
I remember so clearly holding you in the rocking chair a couple of days after you were born. I sobbed the entire afternoon as you slept in my arms. I looked at your little face wondering what your voice would sound like, what you would look like, what you would do in your life. Wishing you all the best life could offer to you. I now know what your voice sounds like, I know what you like and I know the beautiful young girl you are growing up to be.
Happy 9th Birthday Baby Claire.
Mommy loves you. xo