I look down
at my daughter, tears streaming down my face. They're just before breaking into
the ugly cry,” We made it….we made it you and I….” The tears keep streaming
down my face as I continue, “One whole year… Can you believe that? You are one
year old today.”
I try to
smile, looking into her eyes, wiping away my tears with my hoodie sleeve.
My fingers
softly trace her face. “You are so beautiful... You are the best thing mommy
has. ”
I gently grab
my daughter's hand with two fingers, “Yes, you are, sweetheart. Yes, you are.”
My daughter
keeps nursing from my breast as we share a quiet moment.
I break the
silence softly. “Boy, have we been through a lot, you and I? But I would do it
all again if I knew the result would be you.”
“Happy
birthday, my little Princess.”
