I can't believe it. My baby...my oldest just turned seven. Now technically she is not 7 yet. She was born at 10 pm on the west coast. But that is ok..in my eyes she is 7. She is growing up to fast. She is beautiful. She is sweet. She is funny. She is a girl who knows what she likes and what she wants. She loves music. She loves dancing. She looks cute in her glasses. She still keeps her bunny somewhat close by. She will start 2nd grade. She is my girl. My only girl and I am grateful I have her. As cute as she was when she was a baby...I wouldn't go back if I could. I can't wait to see the woman that she turns into. The singer, vet, Mom...whoever it is that she wants to be. I can't wait to see that Harmony. She's my girl. While she was blowing out the candle on her cupcake ( don't worry she gets a real cake on Sat. ..the boys were very concerned about this!) I just kept thinking of Aug 9th seven years ago. It was a long day. I went into the hospital at noon and she didn't make her grand entrance until 10. But in true Harmony form...she didn't give me any trouble. No pains, no contractions. Not until I was dialated to an 8. It was drugs for me after that. But I remember after I had held her for a little bit, they took her over by the sink and Ben got to give her her first bath and get her cleaned up. I was doing " other things" and I heard someone say, "what is that?" Everyone, including Ben, was looking at my little bundle. In my mind all I could think was " what is wrong? I haven't had her very long and I have already messed her up." No one knew what "that thing in her mouth" was. Everyone left and it was just Ben and I. He slept on a couch with Harm for a lot of the night. I kept waking up and seeing him staring at her. All I could think was, what is the matter with her? The nurses and I, all tried to get her to latch on and she just couldn't. We kept trying and she just wouldn't nurse. The next day, they told us we couldn't leave until she had been seen by an ear, nose and throat specialist. He came in and in about 2 min. eliminated my fears. "No wonder she can't latch on, she has a cyst in her mouth. Give that kid a bottle." She was happy again. About 3 mo. later she had it surgically removed but for the moment I remember feeling happy. We took her home. To our house. We had only been married a little over a year. We were nervous about taking care of her. But I hadn't ruined my first child. She may argue with that now but...This is a lot of rambling but I just...I love my little girl. My dream was to one day become a Mother and she made that dream come true. She was literally my dream come true. And today on her birthday, I hope that all of her dreams come true...
whatever they may be.
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