Happy Birthday, Grace

My fiesty

silly

demanding

strong

intelligent

dramatic

tender

imaginative

creative

artsy

foodie

FOUR year old!!

I thought you'd be a boy. U/S proved otherwise. God gave me you, Grace.

I thought you'd gaze at me with eyes wide, soaking in the bright lights, but eyes were closed tight and lungs were loud with the sound of life, Grace.

I didn't think you and I would ever bond, your witching hour coming on, everyday the same time. But like a sudden breeze, your nightly crying would soon cease, and we could really get to know you, Grace.

I don't know how to be a mom to a girl, but you sit beside me and demand your nails be painted, and you're so still, not to ruin the lovely shades of pink and orange and blue and purple...my pretty, Grace.

You surprised me and delighted me with your singing, now we sing duets nightly and enjoy sweet hymns, my Amazing Grace.

Happy Birthday my sweet girl with the middle name so appropriate...Grace.

I'm linking, as usual, this Monday with lots of other ladies across the country to Gracelaced Mondays.