Eight years ago today I was bursting with joy. Eight years ago today you couldn’t have stopped me from smiling. I was holding you in my arms at that hospital and refusing to let you go.
As you grow I see little bits of me in you. You can look at things that make others feel bad, and laugh. You can amuse yourself for hours on end with a notebook and a pen. You and I are together on the fact that there are some things to vile to eat or even try.
When you get hurt I hurt too. When you are sad, I cry too. When you are happy my life seems so much brighter.
Happy Birthday, my little mashed tater.
Here’s a Big Happy B’Day to your child too! It’s strange that you, me, and Linda had B’day’s going on….look at my new post and you will see!
Amigo, this was a truly great post. I got tears in my eyes.
I love this little “tater” of yours, all I have to do is look at her sweet smile and it makes me all happy inside. Lucky both of you!
Please give her an extra birthday hug for me.