Today, my baby girl is turning 12 years old. TWELVE. I don’t know where the time has gone. I don’t know how this happened!
It really is true: they grow up fast, so cherish them while you can!
I’m just sitting here thinking that, in an hour and twenty-four minutes (2:24am), it’ll be exactly twelve years since she came into this world. Maybe it wasn’t the most ideal experience. I was 17 and very, very sick. They induced my labor early on the 9th. It didn’t go as planned. After hours (and hours) of intense pain and an unsuccessful epidural, my labor stopped. They still don’t know the full reason, but it did. Both Trinity’s and my blood pressure started to drop. We both almost died, but we didn’t. We’re both very alive and healthy.
I’m very thankful that we are. I don’t think I could ever love someone more than I love her.
We’re celebrating her birthday next weekend, mostly due to Daniel’s work schedule. He works every other weekend… and, well, this is his weekend to work. She’s not too upset, though, because she’s with my brother and sister-in-law this weekend. They live in Harrisburg, Pa, and spent twelve hours today at Hershey Park. From what I understand, she had a blast.
So, my husband is at work and my child is in another state. I’m alone, left to reflect on how my tiny, tiny baby girl turned into a tween. A little person. A little person full of so much personality. A little person with her father’s sense of humor. An incredible young lady.
It just seems like yesterday that she was this tiny….
And, now, she’s this beautiful, amazing, spirited, driven almost teenager…
I’m allowed to be sad, right? Good, because I am, just a bit. Besides, the older she gets, the older *I* get. This needs to stop now, kthx.