She's Had Another Birthday

39 years ago I lived in Idaho Falls, Idaho.
My baby was due.
It was my first baby and I didn't know if it would be a girl or a boy.

I wanted a boy.  As I had always wanted a big brother.
I had a boys name picked out.
I imagined blue things around me.

She popped out  a girl.
And a wonderful surprise.

She had colic and cried for a full year.
She had the biggest blue eyes I had ever seen.
She hated baby cereal.

She was my JOY!

I loved rocking her.
I loved holding her, everywhere we went.
I read to her.

And now she is 39 years old.
Where did the time go?

I have glimpses of her in dance lessons and recitals.
There is a quick glimpse of piano lessons and her practicing.
We are picking out a dress for a special occasion.
She is in pink sponge curlers.
She loves cheese.

She moved to college and soon after that, the east coast.
I remember a darling home in New York.

My mind races through the memories:
Cooking, gardening, canning, sewing, talking late into the night.
Smiles, giggles, and tears.
Alaska, the rim, Flagstaff, Payson, California, and Idaho.

We have woven rugs and memories together.
We have embroidered dishtowels and experiences together.
We have canned chicken and jokes together.
We have cut hair and fabric and cut up laughing together.

My first born little baby girls has been in my life for 39 wonderful years.  I am so proud of the spirit she has.  Her love of life.  Her love of so many people and things.  And most of all, I am so glad she loves me, almost as much as I love her.

Happy Birthday darling.
Happy Mother's day, too.

I love you, much more than words can say.