Today my baby girl turns 23.
Where did time go? As I sit here and type, my mind reminisces to her birth, the hard labor that resulted in nothing moving, then an xray that determined she had her shoulder in the birth canal and her arm over her head. Ended up having a C section.
Always did things her own way, that one.
We stayed in the hospital for 5 days together, her and I. She nursed and slept, and I was amazed at her beauty and her gentle tiny features and the complete and total little girl looks.
Her Grandma and Grandpa showed up together, probably one of the last times I remember seeing them together, my parents both arrived and held this tiny bundle, and marveled at her. How perfect she was (and is) and how precious she was (and is).
As she grew, she excelled in everything she put her hand to. Or should I say, her voice. A marvelous singer and budding actress, her antics began early in her school years. Always dubbed "the smart one" by her teachers, she proved it by bringing home good grades.
At age 14, she began to work at a retirement community in the dietary section.
Always did things her own way, that one.
In her High School years, she often took on more than she could chew, in the form of drama, choir, Devilettes... oh my... the list goes on and on. All while continuing to work and keep decent grades.
She was also very active in church. Singing was her passion, and she has such a lovely voice. She sang straight to the Lord, and I know He blessed her just a little more each time she opened her mouth to give Him praise.
Then, after High School, my baby girl joined the Army.
Always did things her own way, that one.
She knew she was bound for Iraq, and took that challenge without fear, for she always knew the Lord was with her.
But the Lord heard this Momma's cries when my baby's many years of dance had done something to her hips, and she was honorably discharged.
Although she met the man of her dreams while in the Army, and married him, and they live entirely TOO far away from me, I can live with that. Knowing that God has been with her every step of the way, and will continue to do so, makes a Mom feel better inside.
She realizes this now, being a Mom herself, of two of the most beautiful grandchildren in the universe, that sometimes you just have to give them back to god and let Him handle their lives.
My baby is also a college graduate, and is a licensed LMT as a profession.
I am so proud of her. She's a great Mom, LMT, and wife to a wonderful husband.
But most of all.... she's a perfect and wonderful daughter to me, and I love her more and more every day.
I just wanted to put this blog entry in as a Happy Birthday to my most precious little girl..... my princess..... my baby.....
I love you forever Amanda "Leeover".
