Joy's Birthday

Well, really it is Kay's birthday, but in our house we always think of pure joy when we say her name. From my desk, right now, there is a glorious sunrise. My kitchen is flooded with a warm orange glow. It seems just right that the sun would put on such a beautiful pink-orange display on Kay's birthday.

I didn't sleep well last night, which is funny because the same was true seven years ago as I paced my hospital room all night for her slow-to-start induction. But then in the morning, there she was. Plump and dark haired. I didn't know yet how much I would love that thick, crazy curly hair, even if she cries a little every time its brushed. My poor Kay, the price she pays for her amazing curls.

But like I said, she is pure joy. A big heart and a quick sense of humor. She brings us laughter every single day. Papa is a little sad today, Kay Kay, he wants you to stay just the way you are forever. I think, even if you "grow up" one day, you'll still be our joyful Kay Kay.

P.S. Thank you all for your sweet congratulations. I wasn't trying to be sneaky (honest!), but perhaps a little understated, but that is a subject for another post, coming soon.