A Boy, A Girl, and Soccer: Happy Birthday Little Princess!

I remember when I first decided it was time for our family of three to become a family of four. I wanted another baby and I wasn't going to wait any longer.

I remember a few weeks into November of 2002 I learned you were growing in my belly. I was giddy, I was
excited, I loved you the instant I knew you were there.

I remember going to the hospital to find out if you were going to be a boy or a girl, and not really having a clue what you were, I was just happy you were on your way. I remember the ultrasound tech confirming that you were perfect and then revealing to our surprise that you were a baby girl.

I especially remember your daddy's face turning white and seeing panic in his eyes. I remember still laying there on the table looking up at him and laughing so hard as he kept telling the tech she was wrong, it was a boy and she should double check!

I remember the morning of the day you were born. You weren't due for another two weeks, but I woke up with a fever and the stomach bug and I just knew that I was going to meet you sometime that day. It was just my kind of luck.

Sure enough about 3 in the afternoon I knew it was time. I left your brother with "Mimi" and I proceeded to call your dad at work and tell him to meet me at the hospital. There wasn't time for him to come home first to get me. So you and I drove to the hospital and I rubbed my belly and talked to you the whole time, telling you to just be patient and hold on a little while longer until I was safe at the hospital.

I remember listening to the nurse argue with the doctor about me not really being in labor and that there wasn't even a bed available. But I knew the truth. I simply smiled knowing all along that you were only a few short hours away from proving that stupid nurse wrong.

I remember family members rushing in to my room to visit with me while we waited for you. They didn't get the chance to stay very long because within minutes I kicked them all out and told them it was time for you to be born.

Sure enough, your mama was right, and at 9:20pm at night on June 30 2003, the most wonderful and precious little girl came into the world and made me a proud mother for the second time in my life.

I love you baby girl, and couldn't imagine a day without you! You keep us constantly on our toes. You make us laugh out loud every day. You don't take life too seriously. You find joy and appreciate the little things. You tell it like it is. You are your own person and you live life your way, without a care in the world!

Happy Eighth Birthday little princess!