at this very moment, I was having contractions. It was late afternoon before they were strong and regular enough to venture to the ER. I was in a room by 5:30 and had a relatively easy labor. Britney arrived on August 21, 1998 at 1:40 am. She weighed 6 lbs 11 oz and was perfect. She was one of the most beautiful babies I've ever seen. I know...all moms say that, but she really was. I don't remember hearing her cry, although I've been told she did. I remember seeing her for the first time. The nurse placed her on my chest. Britney was wide eyed and completely alert. She pushed herself up on her hands and looked around the room. She's been that curious ever since:)
Wow, 12 years. Of course I am sad that my little girl is growing up. I'm sad that we're getting her a cell phone for her birthday. That's what she REALLY wants. She doesn't want a My Little Pony. She doesn't even look through the toy aisles for herself anymore. I miss when she called me Mommy and played with my hair to fall asleep. I miss that little girl in pig tails singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game. Of course I'm sad to see how much time is passing us by, but mostly I'm proud. I'm proud of who Britney is and who she wants to be. I'm amazed by her appetite for life and learning. She loves God, her family and friends. She is kind, generous, compassionate, creative, has an incredible sense of humor, loves music, reading and writing and playing her guitar.
Britney is a wonderful person and I am incredibly proud to be her momma.
I love you sweet girl. Happy almost birthday:)