Eight years ago my heart melted, when they brought me my little angel all cuddled up in the blanket with her big rosy cheeks, button nose, tiny fingers, I thought those long 9 months were worth waiting to see what her little face looked like.  As I welled up with joy and a tear rolled down my cheek on to hers she opened her eyes and smiled. I think the world stopped just for a few seconds. I can’t begin to describe the warmth, the love and the mixture of emotions but I do know it’s a feeling imprinted on my heart that I won’t ever forget.

Every year on her birthday I tell her about the day she was born (always with tears in my eyes), followed by a recollection of every Birthday she’s had.  We go over the theme of the party, what she was wearing, who was there and a special anecdote from the festivities.  She enjoys hearing about her baby stories, especially the ones that she doesn’t remember as much, it’s a fun way to start her birthday day.

And the princess is up, I hear her running down the stairs… guess the fun Smurfy day begins now!!!