I am going to guess that my daughter has never had a birthday party or present or cake. Probably never in her life.
I always ponder my boys births on the eve of their birthday. Such precious memories. I love thinking about those sweet baby boys. Their smell and little feet, soft skin and tiny hands. LOVE!
The girls it is different because I was not there. I have NO idea how it all went. Were they born in a hospital? Probably not, but I don't know. Who was at the birth? Was it hidden? Was the decision made to give them up before or after their birth . . . so many questions. So on this eve of Evelyn's birth I imagine . . .
Tonight I think of Evelyns birth mom. I bet she thinks of her around her birthday (probably everyday) but I can't imagine not knowing where my baby was and if she was O.K. I would give so much to let her know that our daughter is loved and cherished and being cared for. Our daughter . . . what a crazy thing to say.
Yep look at OUR beautiful daughter.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! a thousand times more for giving this girl life. I bet she gets her big ol' smile from you.