This girl, you guys.
I remember it so well. We were barely a month moved into our very first house that we owned. We were in a new city, we drove a minivan.
She was born after 12 and a half hours of labour and dudes, after two babies that were both 7lbs 11 oz, at 8lbs 14 oz I remember the first thing I said was how big she was.
They placed her, all wrapped up on my chest and I saw those eyes. I was done.
She has the most wicked sense of humour. She loves movies (maybe as much as I do even). She has a profound sense of justice and loves to stick up for the underdog. She can’t stand seeing people in pain and her immediate reaction is to comfort them.
She loves music, she is a tremendous help to me all the time. She has a quick temper but she is equally quick to love and show love.
My baby girl is 15. Next year, driver’s licenses, sweet 16 parties. In three short years she will be 18 and will be not so much my little girl, but a young woman ready to take on the world and study to be the greatest architect ever, who also speaks french. Yep, she has plans.
Happy Birthday my darling Aislinn.