Happy Birthday Mimi
For my readers (both of you):
I have been dreading this post because I would have to admit that my little girl is growing up. I would have to admit that a year has passed and that, while I have memories to last a lifetime, I will never get those precious moments back. The first time I saw her. The first time I held her. The first time she held my finger. The first time I truly felt like a mom. These are memories that I hold so dear and I am amazed, truly amazed, that I have mastered mothering enough to bring her to this point without doing major damage.
For my daughter:
You are a gift from the universe. You have managed to make my life even richer and fuller than I have ever imagined. I am grateful. I am overjoyed. I am speechless.
OK, so not really speechless.
When I found out that I was pregnant, I was scared. I knew that I wanted you so badly, but I was afraid to venture into pregnancy again. After losing your sister I never saw pregnancy as a happy event. It was a scary one. It was filled with "what ifs" and "could happens" and "oh pleases". But then we found a great doctor who was so comforting and reassuring. I suddenly realized that everything would be all right. This is not to say that the worrying ended, but I was no longer worried about getting you here despite the difficulties of my pregnancy. It was all worth it. The nausea was overshadowed by your smiles and, after you were born, things only got better.
You are the greatest adventure that I have ever embark upon. I look forward to all of the challenges and victories that we will both face. I love you and I am proud to be your mommy.