journaling reads:
Six years ago, today, I sat alone in the operating room, waiting for the nurses to come in and prep me for my cesarean. Although the moment was brief, a million thoughts raced through my mind. I stared down at my belly and wondered what it would finally feel like to cradle you, to hold you on the outside. I thought about what you would look like and if it was close to the way I pictured you in my dreams--your fathers eyes and my nose. I remember thinking the past nine months were the longest of my life, filled with anticipation and preparation. And yet, at that very moment, I felt unprepared, content to let you grow inside me a bit longer. Worry and doubt began to cloud my mind. Would I be able to fulfill the sacred role of mother and would you love me despite my imperfections? Your high pitched, breathy cry brought be back to reality and my only thought was to see your face. I stared deep into your eyes and I was filled with awe. Our spirits whispered to one another and my worries melted away. I realized I had always loved you.
Now, six years later, I am still in awe of you. I am constantly amazed by your spirit and your strength. Your energetic, and animated personality. Your confidence. Your willingness to forgive. You teach me through example how to be happy and free, how to be more like a child. You are a natural leader and you seek out those in need of a friend. You are tender and sweet and I am honored to be your mother. Today, and everyday, we celebrate your birth and your life. We celebrate you. Happy Birthday!