Miracles come in Pink Packages

Princess P turns 5 tomorrow.

Five. people.

I’m officially no longer a young mother.

I can’t tell you how lucky I am to have my sweet little P.  I’m not sure who I would be without her.  I’ve seen a lifetime of rainbows, hearts, and hugs from this one.  I have a firm knowledge that boys are different then girls, and I couldn’t be happier about that!

Do you remember when I thought it would be me and boys forever?  I remember saying that we would shut down the pregnancy factory by a certain date, and then the blue lines came.

We were pregnant.

With a horrible pregnancy, glucose intolerance, pelvic separation, kidney stones — all the while banging my head wondering why I had tried SO hard to get pregnant with her.  And then I went 12 days over Kaiser’s due date (which I think may be been a tad early)… 12 days.  Unheard of.  Then, days and days of unrelenting anxiety… {sigh}

And here she is, a brightly beaming, crying, screaming, tantrum throwing girl that is ALL mine and I couldn’t be happier.

happy birthday Princess P.  May each and every one of your dreams come true {except for meeting my little Pony, because I think that would just be scary!}