![]() May 3, 2001 | ||
I've only had two perfect moments in my life.
The first was when they held my son above the curtain during my c-section and he screamed his way into the world, and I simply said,"Hi, Russell William!" The second was one year ago when I woke up from anethesia to my husband, holding our daughter in wide-eyed wonder that we could have created something so precious. His eyes were so full of love for me and for her. Today is the anniversary of my second perfect moment. As Genny nursed this morning, I sang her "Happy Birthday" to which she responded by patting my boob and watching me very attentively. She's so big now. She walks, runs, says no, demands things, chases her brother, harrasses cats all in the space of 10 minutes in a day. She has a hysterical sense of humor. She positively beams when she climbs on top of a chair and surveys the livingroom before getting saved by one of her parents. She's not going to be a baby any more, but will turn into a Toddler Terror. She smiles and laughs all the time. She's the happiest baby in the world. I know her eyes already from looking at her father's eyes so much, so my eyes see them and move on. After work, when I go to pick her up, I find I am simply looking for the nearly transluscent roses of her cheeks. I search her face for her future. I want to know what she'll look like. I want to know what she'll be like. I want to know who she will become. I want to know what boys I'll have to sic her daddy on. I want to know all those secrets she'll tell me later. The hardest part of parenting is waiting for your child's becoming. Today, Genny became a 1 year old.
The birth story |