For another 45 minutes, it's my oldest daughter's 14th birthday. WTF?! Fourteen? Come on. Really? What happened?
Because I am not kidding you, five minutes ago, I gave birth to this amazing 5 and a half pound screaming, red-raced baby, that was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. I fought off nurses who wanted to give her a bottle and who didn't want her to snuggle in bed with me. I didn't sleep for years. And I've got a lot more gray hair now. But let me tell you, it's worth every minute.
I am so proud to be her mom. She is smart and funny and pretty and did I mention smart? And she's a nice person and doesn't put up with any crap, and is a good communicator - better than a lot of adults I know. And she is mostly nice to her siblings (except Soren) and she is reliable and fun and athletic and has good taste.
It was nice to see so many of her friends today at ice skating. We sang and ate cake and drank soda, and (wow, I think I'm becoming a New Yorker because I almost typed pop instead of soda!), and it was really sweet.
It was a gorgeous spring day to boot. 62F and balmy. We went to the park and hung out for a couple of hours. I saw the snow geese yesterday, and scads of Canadian geese migrating. Lots of cardinals and robins and woodpeckers.
I'm one lucky woman, let me tell you.