Monday, December 17, 2007
Happy Birthday Anna!
The days before you were born were full of worry and illness. I was feeling so tired and scared. I secretly hoped you might decide to meet us a little sooner, so I could just hold you and rest. You obliged, and suddenly my weekly visit to the midwives turned into your birthday. Before I could even feel settled in my hospital room, you were here. Since then, you're whirlwind of energy, fun and sometimes a temper. But that's okay, because with all that passion comes great love and I always know I am loved by my little Anna.