princessa
Happy Birthday to My Princess
Eight years ago today, I gave birth to my first little girl. I can remember it like it was yesterday.
I remember the first time I was able to hold her close to me, looking into her beautiful blue eyes. Later they would change to the prettiest brown eyes I’ve ever been blessed to know. I kissed her, counted her fingers and toes. I laid her into my arms and kept her there for as long as I could.
Her big brother and her cousin were amazed by her. They thought she was the prettiest baby and couldn’t wait to play with her. They loved her from the moment she was born. She quickly became her brother’s best friend, a bond that still hasn’t been broken.
I look back and I wonder where the time has gone. My baby girl is now 8 and I can hardly believe it. In 10 short years she will be grown, ready to start a life of her own. I want to cherish those years, to suck every speck of life and love out of them before that time comes. I want to cherish the sweet girl, who’s faith in God and love of life, has given me so much strength these past 8 years.
She is my artist, my faithful one, my strength, my heart. She is my Princessa. The love I have for her cannot be explained. She amazes me daily. She’s my stubborn child, but her strengths, her wit, her amazing curiousity and faith far outweigh her stubborness. God blessed me the day she was born, as much as he did the day her brother and her sister were born. He blessed me with a Love like none I’ve ever known. The love of a Mother to a Princess and a Princess for her Momma.