Just after 5 am this morning, I flipped my eyelids open and standing before me was my daughter.
“Hi Mom! Is it time for me to open my birthday presents?” she whispered. “No hon, it’s a bit too early still. Lay in bed for a bit,” I mumbled.
She dutifully returned around 6 am and we all hung out on our bed together and watched as she gleefully opened each gift.
She was thrilled with everything — even her cards. Every so often, as she was unwrapping, she would pop her head up, with a bright beaming smile (something she doesn’t do too often these days; I think she is uncomfortable with her new adult teeth) and exclaim, “thank you so much!”
What a beautiful little face. What a grateful soul. What a darling person.
It was just after 5 am, seven years ago, that we received the greatest gift — our daughter. Thank you so much.