13 hours and not a clue if the baby would wear pink or blue upon leaving the hospital.
Neutral was the dominating color in the Noah's Ark bedroom closet.
The glider-rocker awaited many days and nights of bonding.
The crib was oblivious that it wouldn't see much action until 2.5 years later.
Our bed had no idea it was made for 3.
The recliner was about to embark on many midnight daddy-daughter snuggles.
Our stove top would soon find out how long it took to boil bottle nipples.
The walls in our house were about to echo newborn cries.
Our hearts were ready to be filled with love we never knew existed.
Today I'm am overwhelmed how fast the time has gone.
I have a beautiful, super-smart, almost-as-tall-as-I-am daughter who I couldn't be more proud of.
I look through scrapbooks of the memories of her first birthday, her first tooth, her first steps, her first day of school, her first best friend and weep a little.
A good healthy, love-filled weep.
Not only are her birthdays filled with presents, friends, slumber parties, cake, pizza, and all about her...
...they are a little about me too.
My memories, my aging, my growing up along side of her.
While I'm sure she loves getting older, I struggle to stop time and just hold on to these moments a little longer.
When we can snuggle on the couch, or share a laugh.
Because the next eleven will be here before you know it.
High school. College.
I can't go there.
For now, we celebrate your birthday with a day off from school.
How many kids can say that?
For now, we'll eat pizza, cake, go mini-golfing and shopping like you wish for.
I love you my big girl!