My second daughter had a birthday on Labour Day. I’ve been meaning to write a letter to her on my blog as I’ve seen other bloggers do. I think it’s a great idea and a clutter-free way to store something. I try to write a few details about them on the calendar on their birthday but it’s not always easy to keep them in the same place as I’m organizationally challenged.
You’re two now. I vividly remember the day you were born. I was working with your dad in the office at Grandad’s house and decided that I needed a break, so I walked down to the dairy (corner store) and bought an icecream. I say I walked but really I did a serious waddle because my belly was sticking very far out. It was early spring in New Zealand and I was enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. After I got back I noticed that I was having some contractions which I started timing. After about 30 minutes your dad asked me why I kept looking at the clock. I told him that I was pretty sure I was having contractions which put him into overdrive since we needed to get some things done before going to the hospital! The contractions didn’t go away and I decided to call my midwife who told me to head to the hospital. We went to pick up your big sister from daycare and bring her back to Nana and Granddad’s house. We got to the hospital about 6 pm and everything was okay, nothing too painful yet. I was going to have a c-section but there were a couple of other ladies in line in front of me, so daddy and I just read our books (the midwives thought we were nuts!). Finally they wheeled me into the operating room and and at 12:32 am you were born. I cried. You were just 6 pounds 11 ounces and all covered in stuff!
Now you’re 31 pounds and all covered in stuff, but usually leftovers from breakfast. You’ve got beautiful blond hair with little curls that bounce around your face. You’re not talking yet, except to say “Yeah” and “Nah” which your grandpa taught you. Thanks Dad! But you communicate very well. You cry quite a lot, usually because you’re not able to tell us what you’re thinking or because your big sister isn’t sharing something. You love to dance and will start to groove any time there is music on. You’re a great cuddler and have developed your sister’s love of books.
My prayer for you is that you will learn to love Jesus with all your heart, soul, mind and strength. I pray that you will know that your family all over the world cherishes you and that you are important. I’m so glad you’re a part of our family.