Saturday, November 17, 2012
Today I give thanks for my daughter. She was born three weeks late, kicking and screaming all the way. My husband used to say she didn’t want to be born and she would crawl back in if she could. From the moment she came into this world, she was a momma’s girl. She always felt things very deeply and, just like her daddy, she “wore her heart on her sleeve”. She talked early and she walked early. She was always very serious and always talked very grown-up. I used to tell her she was an “old soul” because she seemed to be so much older than her years. She was smart and sweet, and sometimes a handful.
She championed every lost cause, and befriended every lost soul (just like her mother, my husband used to say). She was always the “big sister”, who to this day will still fight anyone that would do harm to her little brother. She has given me two of the most precious gifts in the world, my granddaughters. She is a good mother to her girls (who also happen to be mommy’s girls).
We have made it through several very turbulent years filled with lots of pain and suffering, and managed to come out the other side. Through it all, I never lost sight of that little girl that smiled up at me from those hospital blankets 30 years ago. My first born…my daughter...my friend. I love you, Jessie Girl!