Happy Birthday To My Ballerina Princess!
Dear Makayla,
Three years ago today at 9:23 pm, you came into this world. You were surrounded by me and your dad as well as three doctors and 2 nurses from Massachusetts General Hospital. It was cold outside that day, the city of Boston covered in ice and snow. A major blizzard had effectively shut down most of the city a day before you were born. I remember looking at you and feeling so much fear, anxiety, hope and love. It was, and is, a love I never thought one could ever feel. I was anxious for your health, your safety, your future. I knew right then and there that my life would never be the same.
Three years later, you are a happy, intelligent, funny, and sweet little girl. You love to dance around the house in your tutu while singing Lionel Ritchie's "Ballerina Girl." You love singing songs you learn at Sabbath School and you make up words to your own songs. You love to tell stories you have brewed yourself, stories beginning with "Once upon a time" and filled with animals, princesses, dragons, angels and mommies. You know how to make, and take, a joke. You can reason so well that you take me a-back sometimes and I find myself standing there with my foot in my mouth. You love to give hugs and say, "I love you" or "You're the best (mom/dad/grandma/grandpa) in the whole wide world!" You are everything I ever wished for in a child and I love you more than you will ever know.
Happy birthday, my sweet child. May all your dreams be filled with cotton candy, angels, princesses, friends, everything your little heart desires. And may God continue to bless you as you grow. I know He has blessed me already.
Three years ago today at 9:23 pm, you came into this world. You were surrounded by me and your dad as well as three doctors and 2 nurses from Massachusetts General Hospital. It was cold outside that day, the city of Boston covered in ice and snow. A major blizzard had effectively shut down most of the city a day before you were born. I remember looking at you and feeling so much fear, anxiety, hope and love. It was, and is, a love I never thought one could ever feel. I was anxious for your health, your safety, your future. I knew right then and there that my life would never be the same.
Three years later, you are a happy, intelligent, funny, and sweet little girl. You love to dance around the house in your tutu while singing Lionel Ritchie's "Ballerina Girl." You love singing songs you learn at Sabbath School and you make up words to your own songs. You love to tell stories you have brewed yourself, stories beginning with "Once upon a time" and filled with animals, princesses, dragons, angels and mommies. You know how to make, and take, a joke. You can reason so well that you take me a-back sometimes and I find myself standing there with my foot in my mouth. You love to give hugs and say, "I love you" or "You're the best (mom/dad/grandma/grandpa) in the whole wide world!" You are everything I ever wished for in a child and I love you more than you will ever know.
Happy birthday, my sweet child. May all your dreams be filled with cotton candy, angels, princesses, friends, everything your little heart desires. And may God continue to bless you as you grow. I know He has blessed me already.
posted by Margie at 11:46 AM
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