Today is my DD's birthday. 10 years old. I can't believe it.
I remember being in labor with her...forever.
I remember being scared; my water broke in the bed and I had thought I peed the bed. I can laugh about it now...but at the time, I was frantically trying to clean myself and the bed and try to control my tears while my husband was whistling in the shower.
I remember holding her and being so exhausted, and learning that if my husband left his shirt he wore at night in the crib with her, she would sleep until she woke up, hungry.
I remember how she hated frilly lacey clothing, and now that's all she wants.
I remember that I felt like I was a horrible mother because I never gave her a baby doll until she was about 18 months...she seemed content with her blocks and balls and story time.
I remember telling her that she was going to be a big sister, and her turning around, the sourest face, and in the whiniest (is that a word?) voice, told me that she didn't want a baby, she wanted a rabbit. I tripped and fell I was laughing so hard.
I remember everything like it was just a second ago, and she laughs at me as I tear up: Stop Crying Mom.
Ah, the little moments.
Anyway, today is her 10th birthday. We made her choice of dinner: tacos. We made a cake: vanilla with sprinkles. We talked about our day and tried to countdown to the next family member's birthday (mine!).
Here are some pictures of the card I made for her.
I am still working on that pop-up cake die.
Here she is blowing out her candles...
Happy Birthday Lady Bug!
