Emma
The funny thing about birthdays is that they come every year. Tomorrow, Miss Emma is going to be 3. Three. Tres. It seems so bizarre to me, because I literally can recall the events of the day she was born like it was yesterday. I mean, I obviously know it wasn't yesterday, but it seems so vivid. It was 17 days before I was due; 10 days before I was scheduled to be sectioned. I woke up feeling not so great and shuffled (waddled) off to my weekly OB appointment. I was hooked up to the monitor which showed contractions. Great. I went home under strict instruction to call my doctor if the contractions didn't stop. So, I went home and packed, and showered and waited for the contractions to stop. Well, they didn't. 8 hours later, my precious Emma Rose came into the world at 8:31pm.
I should have known that Emma would be...different. She had her own agenda from day one.
What do I mean by different? It's hard to describe sometimes. She's definitely a very unique individual. She's dramatic and daring, energetic, and amazing. She'll be your best friend and worst enemy in a matter of seconds. She loves to love and she loves to be loved. She also loves to cry. And whine. And throw epic tantrums. She's caring, she's smart, she's....gorgeous. She's my girl. My special girl. She's so funny, and she loves to sing and dance. She loves her brother, she hates her brother, she loves her sister, she hates her sister. I forsee this being the norm in our lives. She's stubborn and independent, yet a charmer at the same time.
I always say that I didn't realize how badly I wanted a girl, until I was told I was having one. I stand by that to this day. She's a girl-girl in every sense of the term. She loves pink, and princesses and dressing up. She loves her dolls, and to wear make-up. She loves trucks and tools, and noise and destruction. She's rough and tough and she is LOUD.
All of these little bits and pieces about Emma don't even really begin to scratch the surface. She's truly indescribable, and I guess that's what I mean by...different. I often say that I love all of my children equally (or as my Mom always told us "I hate you all equally") but I will always follow up with,"...but there's just something about that Emma".
Emma Rosie, here is the part of this where I get mushy and sentimental. Sorry, force of habit. You are my star, and my heart. You are my gem, and one of the great loves of my life. I cannot imagine life without you. In your short existence on this Earth, you have taught me SO MUCH, but the MOST IMPORTANT lesson you ever taught me was that there is no limit to a Mother's Love. You are proof positive of that, my dear, and I thank you. And I will thank you every day for everything you've taught me. We've been through a lot together, kiddo, and I wouldn't change it for anything. You have changed me, little one, and I thank you for that, as well.
Happy 3rd Birthday, Sassy Girl. You're so special to all of us.
I love you.
I should have known that Emma would be...different. She had her own agenda from day one.
What do I mean by different? It's hard to describe sometimes. She's definitely a very unique individual. She's dramatic and daring, energetic, and amazing. She'll be your best friend and worst enemy in a matter of seconds. She loves to love and she loves to be loved. She also loves to cry. And whine. And throw epic tantrums. She's caring, she's smart, she's....gorgeous. She's my girl. My special girl. She's so funny, and she loves to sing and dance. She loves her brother, she hates her brother, she loves her sister, she hates her sister. I forsee this being the norm in our lives. She's stubborn and independent, yet a charmer at the same time.
I always say that I didn't realize how badly I wanted a girl, until I was told I was having one. I stand by that to this day. She's a girl-girl in every sense of the term. She loves pink, and princesses and dressing up. She loves her dolls, and to wear make-up. She loves trucks and tools, and noise and destruction. She's rough and tough and she is LOUD.
All of these little bits and pieces about Emma don't even really begin to scratch the surface. She's truly indescribable, and I guess that's what I mean by...different. I often say that I love all of my children equally (or as my Mom always told us "I hate you all equally") but I will always follow up with,"...but there's just something about that Emma".
Emma Rosie, here is the part of this where I get mushy and sentimental. Sorry, force of habit. You are my star, and my heart. You are my gem, and one of the great loves of my life. I cannot imagine life without you. In your short existence on this Earth, you have taught me SO MUCH, but the MOST IMPORTANT lesson you ever taught me was that there is no limit to a Mother's Love. You are proof positive of that, my dear, and I thank you. And I will thank you every day for everything you've taught me. We've been through a lot together, kiddo, and I wouldn't change it for anything. You have changed me, little one, and I thank you for that, as well.
Happy 3rd Birthday, Sassy Girl. You're so special to all of us.
I love you.
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