It was this day,
three years ago,
that Melissa and I were in the hospital,
waiting forever in a tiny room to hear the results of unknown discussions about us by unknown peoples in unknown other rooms.
Were we going to be rejected from this place with our desired plans further un-planned?
Or were we going to be ejected from this place with our desired child in hand?
We had intended to have a private birth with a midwife (the same midwife who delivered my five youngest siblings, no less!) in our own home, but a slight complication sent us to an actual hospital after all, so here we sat, waiting.
The longest afternoon…
And night of my life…
I saw a 7lb 4oz angel—19.5″ of heaven—
for the first time
My daughter was before my eyes,
and in my arms.
And my life was eternally changed.
And now my little JuJu Bird is turning THREE years old!
My tiny baby who slept on Daddy’s chest is now a 24lb, 35″ monkey with the vocabulary of a 13 year old!
How did this happen?
Well, she still loves to just lay on Daddy’s chest, so I guess some things will never change.
A Daddy can hope, right? <3
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JULIA!
I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living,
My baby you’ll be.