day 126: five years ago

My baby was born. Five years ago. Her Daddy just about missed her birth, too. He was on TAD, and down at Camp Atterbury each day. And just like the two that came before her, she chose to make her entrance into this fine world on a Wednesday. Daddy made the world’s fastest trip from Trafalgar to Danville in an automobile…and he was still in his cammies in the delivery room.

Little did we know that the bright blue eyes that peered back at us on that evening would soon, five years later, belong to a pistol of a little girl. She’s smart. She’s quick. She’s ornery to the core. Yet that independent, stubborn streak in her comes honestly, and she’s got a voice and a laugh that are downright bubbly.

My baby is no longer. She’s a big kid. Except there are still moments, like tonight after her party, that she wants to snuggle up on my lap. And before long comes the “Mom, I have to tell you something. I love you.” That’s my baby.