Sixteen years ago (and a few hours), I looked like this. That’s my then-six-year-old son cheesing it up in the foreground, for perspective. When pregnant women tell me they think they’re “huge” I think of this image and chuckle.
Women like to share labor and delivery horror stories; I don’t have that. I had that baby in half an hour of pushing. So fast, in fact that the nurses thought my little round-headed baby was from a C-section.
Thus my second child came into the world, sixteen years ago.
She’s been tall since birth and now stands at my height exactly (5’10.5″).
She loves volleyball and drama. She likes to sing and to read. She is a devoted fan of all things Dr. Who-related. She’s the girl and I love her.
Happy sixteenth birthday to my sweet, darling girl. The world’s a better place because you’re in it.