Ten years ago, my water broke and I freaked out because I was six weeks early. I had been on bed rest since Halloween night and made it 40 days and 40 nights. And then she was coming, and there was no stopping her. Four pounds, nine ounces, and I was afraid I’d break her. Perhaps understanding this, she nursed constantly, and when she hit 20 pounds at five months, I no longer worried about her premature birth.
She was a fussy baby, and a demanding toddler, but once she learned how to keep herself busy she became content. She was always friendly, and funny, and kind, but has developed a patience and a grace that is a constant example to me.
Today for her birthday, I wanted to do something special, but I didn’t know what. Her daddy made her a special breakfast (chocolate chip pancakes and bacon) and I sent out invitations for a birthday party in a few weeks (when school gets out) but I didn’t have anything planned for the big day. Last minute, I came up with the perfect plan. I kidnapped her from school and took her to a special lunch with Christopher. She had requested dumplings for dinner. I said, “Like, in soup?” She said, “No, like from China!” Since I have never made dumplings, we took her to Din Tai Fung, an authentic dumpling house.
Then, as a surprise, we headed to Claire’s to get her ears pierced (finally!) She was so excited and calm at the same time. She barely flinched when the girl who had been piercing “oh, a few months” did the deed. I’m glad we made her wait, because it made it very special, and I think she will be able to take good care of her ears.
I’m so glad for my girl, and thankful she’s a part of our family.