This time, two years ago. I had probably moved from pacing and swaying that baby down to the tub and the blaring pulse of the jets. During a contraction my sister and husband and doula would grab another part of my body and dig their fists in. And then I'd relax again.
A few hours from now, my little girl would fly from my body like the wild child she is. Adventurous, determined. She would take my little world, the universe that as I knew it, and shake it up. Hard.
She was so fragile then. Helpless. Teeny. Pink.
Unknown.
Two years have flown by and there she is, and I know her so, so well.
And every part of her is all I could have ever, ever asked for.
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Happy BIRTHday to a beautiful girl and her amazing mama.
Happy Birthday, sweet Eliana! Birthdays are magical for mamas for the simple reason they give us that little window back to that life-changing day when they took that first breath in our arms. I've replayed it a trillion times. And all the sweet joys you've embraced since! Have a happy day!
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