12:18am, a year ago, my daughter took her very first breath.
I laid eyes on the daughter I never thought I’d have.
My husband wept as he stared at the little girl he had always dreamed of having.
At 12:18 am, after 24 hours of labor, our worlds were forever changed.
For the better.
In ways we’d never imagined.
One year ago, today, Gabriella Mercedes made her grand entrance into this world, weighing 8lbs, 5 oz and having a head full of thick, shiny, black hair that the nurses would lovingly refer to as “a wig.”
One year ago, today, I gazed into the eyes of the baby who would rip farts like no other baby girl ever born. (I HAD to mention The Farting. The Cheese was starting to choke me)
A year ago, today, I fell in love, for the third time, with a child of mine. A child who did not have a penis, who was without balls, for this child was a girl. A beautiful, amazing, soft, sweet smelling, tender, wrinkly, chunky, darling, abolutely perfect little girl.
I am humbled and I am honored to call myself her mother.
If she could read this (and she totally could if I had taken the time to teach her because, baby girl is a genius!) I would say these words to her right this very minute…Happy Birthday, Special Sauce. I’m so glad you came into my life. I needed you, I wanted you and I’ve loved you deeply for as long as I knew you existed, before I had even laid eyes on you. You’re such a beautiful girl, in so many ways. I even find your poop to be precious. THAT’S how much I love you, sweet girl. Thank you for the incredible gift of joy you have given to me, to your father, to your brothers and everyone else who has had the pleasure of knowing you for this past year. You simply are the best thing that has happened to The Four of Us. I love you. Keep on farting, because Fizarts are funny and mommy LOVES The Funny.
But not as much as I love you.