The fear of something going wrong builds as the afternoon wears on. My heart pounds as the doctor comes in and the nurses check vitals. My child is coming into the world this day. We do not know if they will be a boy or girl but we, like most parents, just want them to be healthy. It becomes time and we rush to the operating room for the cesarean. Before I could finish my discussion with the attending nurse as to where to sit, she was born. Soon, I held her in my arms and looked into her watery eyes. At that moment, I knew, for the second time in my life I know the full meaning of love.
Six years to the day have passed. I have watched as my little one grew from that tiny baby to an energetic, intelligent young lady. I have experienced her moments of sickness, that brought back those old fears, to the laughter and joy of discovering new things. The days move on and each is a new adventure.
Recently, I have been discovering the joys of her first year in school. She devours books with abandon that only an early reader can. When she is not reading or trying to help around the house, she spends her time drawing and coloring. My desk is covered in her artwork until I have to cycle our the old for the increasing new. Each moment of my day is filled with her around me.
On this day, I want to wish my daughter a happy birthday and I hope she knows she brings so much joy into my life. I look forward to what experiences we have before us.