Twenty years ago, Dave returned from the Gulf War.
Twenty years ago, I was 38 weeks pregnant.
Twenty years ago, we spent the day in Savannah at the St. Patrick’s Day festivities.
Twenty years ago, I went into labor (after spending the day in Savannah!).
Twenty years ago, I woke up Dave and said the ominous words…..”Come on, let’s go.”
Twenty years ago, he was so tired that he asked, “Go where?’
(I told him Burger King……and he has not lived that down.)
Twenty years ago, we welcomed our first born into the world.
I am shocked and amazed that so much time has passed. How can she be 20? I flash back through the years and remember…
….an irritable baby who only wanted to be held
….a busy, cantankerous toddler who pushed mommy over the edge
…a shy, unsure preschooler
…a brave first grader making three school changes in one year
…a little ballet dancer
…an energetic Irish dancer
…a focused soccer player
…a studious student (always)
…an outgoing teen, forever talking
…an awesome big sister
…a friend to all
How can twenty years already have passed?
How can my baby be in college?
How can she no longer declare herself a teen but a young adult?
How can I be old enough to have a twenty year old? (don't go there!)
Happy birthday to my sweet baby girl, my Irish Princess, my first born, and my guinea pig.
I love you.