Happy Birthday K!

Three years ago, at this time, Mommy and Daddy were sleeping. Around 1:30 am, Mommy woke up with a sudden "popping" feeling and a gush of water. Mommy threw her arm over Daddy and said frantically "My water just broke!" You weren't due for another four weeks.

There were quite a few twists and turns along the way, and Mommy is not just talking about the road to the hospital. Mommy will tell you all the details another day. The most important part of this story is:

At 3:44 am, the doctor took you out of Mommy's belly. You were very, very tired, and had changed your mind about being ready to come out into this big, big world. But out you came! And after a few rubs, some pats, and lots of prayers, you took your first breath. A big girl breath, followed by a big scream! It was the best sound Mommy and Daddy had ever heard.

And now three years later, you still like to do things in your own time. You change your mind alot and definitely have a strong will. You love to sing, you love to dance. You love to play "mommy and baby". You love to read books. They are by far your favorite thing. You love making up stories. Especially about you and your friends going on adventures. Every story you read, every story you tell, they all end with happy endings.

YOU are my happy ending, sweet girl. I waited a lifetime for you. I waited another lifetime to hear your first gasp for air and your beautiful voice scream. I still listen to you breathe every night before I go to sleep. I still wake up every morning to the sound of your beautiful voice.

Thank you for being a fighter. Even when we struggle with each other, I am always, ALWAYS thankful you are a fighter. Always fight for your life. It is your's and no one else's. Thank you for sharing it with me.

Happy Birthday, K!

Love,

Mommy