I felt like I fought a war to bring you into the world. A war full of pain and anxiety and blood and sweat and tears. The moment I held you in my arms, I surrendered. My life was no longer my own. I would sob when I looked at you. You were so beautiful. It was painful to stare at you for too long. How could I be responsible for so much beauty?
You are a gift. Your name means “beautiful” and “forest” and “darkness” and you are so much more than your name. We celebrated the “Joy of a Daughter.” And my life has been filled with joy ever since.
Happy Birthday my love!
RR
