Wednesday, August 10, 2011
She changed my life one day. I don't remember the calendar page, or what I had for breakfast that morning. But I'll never forget the words that suddenly spewed from my heart, through my hand, and onto paper. She was only a faint stir within my womb.
A joyful baby, I wrote of her and because of her. Paper and pen by my pillow and scribbles in the middle of the night. She is the giver of words and the encourager of heart thoughts.
She--with her exact ideas and her arms full of dollies and a whole list of foods she wants--now.
She--with her second birthday in two night's sleep and her notion that the world is full of friends just for her.
She--who doesn't miss a beat and loves riding in the grocery cart fashioned as a speed-car.
She is my beloved daughter.
Happy Birthday, sweet Reese.