Note to my kids: I made your first birthday cakes. All other cakes will be bought! Mommy is not a baker! Disasters take place in my kitchen when I attempt to bake, it is a fact. Lemon bars, cakes, cupcakes . . . I try, I really do - I have just accepted defeat and moved on.
Libby will be one year old on Monday. Her birthday party was Saturday . . . and she was born on a Saturday so technically, yes, my baby is one year old. I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. Chucky assembled the new furniture we just bought for the back deck. We wiped down all the strollers and were air drying them in the sunny driveway. Greg stopped by for a visit. I fed Emma lunch outside in a stroller because it was such a beautiful day and she didn't want to come inside. She headed to the sandbox and Chucky and I sat down at the new furniture for a moment. I decided to come inside to make myself a sandwhich. I bent over to get the bread from the pantry and my water broke . . . everywhere! I said "Yes!" and walked to the back deck to tell Chucky to get moving. Before I could get to my bedroom to change my clothes, the first contraction hit me. I prayed that Martha would arrive quickly to take of Emma so we could leave. It was probably about 15 minutes . . . and that was a very long 15 minutes to me . . . in pain and a little worried this baby would arrive in the minivan. I also prayed that the Coleman bridge would not be open. I packed and tried to avoid Emma. I didn't want her to see me in pain, and I didn't want to tell her goodbye - it would just be too hard. Needless to say, all ended well - we have a beautiful girl who arrived at the perfect moment - and continues to give us perfect moments all year long. It is fun to think about that day, and it is fun to think about all the days to come - a baby is like starting your life all over again because there are so many moments to look forward to just like they are your own!
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