I well remember the whole business of her getting here – four years ago. As those things go, it seems like it was just the other day. It seems impossible how much has changed in life since her tiny arrival.
We had driven down from WA the week prior to her due date. Looking back, that strikes me as a rather crazy thing to have done – carted our little family 730 miles away from our home just in time to have a baby. But, Mike would be able to take a week of vacation plus two weeks of sick leave once I had Penny, so it just seemed like too perfect of a way to see our families for three whole weeks.
Her due date found us in the emergency room . . . only not for her arrival, rather for nearly three year old Goldie to have a giant gash in her eyebrow glued shut (she’d managed to run in front of a cousin swinging at a Sunday family dinner just in time to get a kick to the head). I must admit, I was more than a little disappointed to be in the hospital on my due date for a very different reason than having the baby I’d been counting down the days for..
It’s odd to think that each of my kids started out like that – new and helpless and with no real spot yet carved for them in our family. They just came and sort of squished everything over a notch with out us knowing at all what type of a little person they would become. What their personality would be. How they would interact with the rest of us. How they would even learn to sleep through the night.
And then, somehow, they are suddenly four and sneaking out of their bed at night to put on a different outfit; and running in the house to yell for help because they managed to get freshly cut lawn grass not only all over their bodies, but in their mouth as well; and printing a picture to color off of the computer all by themselves; and crying because they can’t find a certain stuffed animal, or because a sister won’t give them a turn on the swing.
Happy 4th birthday Penny Pearl. We sure love you!
What a bunch a silly girls I’ve gone and gotten for myself.