Today is our girl's 8th birthday. She was my butterball turkey born at 9lbs 2oz. I still remember having to only push twice for her to come out compared to the two hours I spent pushing out her older brother seventeen months before.
Most babies come out crying and screaming but not our little girl. She came out without a peep like she was sleeping. She was a perfect, happy baby. As long as I nursed her every 2 hours she'd happily sit in her bouncer or cradle just watching her brother play. My sister and brother-in-law nicknamed her "no maintenance baby." And it was true. She was every mom's dream who had an active seventeen month old.
She was my chubby baby and toddler with fat rolls everywhere. Now she's my petite, thin, eight year old girl. Who would have guessed? She's bright, compassionate, fiercely loyal, athletic, loving, with a keen sense of smell and hearing. She is fearfully and wonderfully made.
She was God's perfect gift in a difficult time. He knew I needed her. (You can read that story under She Saved Me, parts 1, 2, and 3)
Happy birthday to your little girl!!
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