Eight years ago today, I was lying in a hospital bed not fully comprehending what was happening to me. I knew I was having a baby, but no clue as to how sick I was getting throughout the day. Our four pound guppy was born just after 3pm and I barely got to see her before she was whisked off. I spent that night recovering and finally got down to see her the next morning where I held her for the first time. Eight years. I can recall moments of that day precisely and yet it seems so long ago. We got off to a rocky start and quite frankly, life with that child has been an adventure ever since.
She's growing into a lovely young lady and is in the between stage of little girl/young lady. One who enjoys her Littlest Pet Shop and Tink, but yet wants to jam to Katy Perry or Lady Gaga. I can see her dreams and want to do whatever I can to help her achieve those dreams.
I love that little girl. I sure do.