Two years ago, right around this time, I was getting checked into the hospital. The memory is crystal clear . . . well most of it. I distinctly recall having just put the sheet in Amelia's crib. I walked downstairs to do something on the computer (I don't recall what it was, but it must have been important since it was past 11:00). I sat down at the desk and almost immediately, my water broke. I calmly walked upstairs and whispered to David, "Um, sweetie. I know you just went to bed, but we need to go to the hospital." I must admit, it's kind of a fun power you have as a pregnant wife telling your husband that it's time. Two words describe it pretty succinctly - "Undivided Attention."
As I look back on the call to Mom and Ken to come take care of Audrey, the drive to the hospital, the 12 hours of rather comfortable labor (thank you epidural), I can't help but think of how unprepared I was. How surprised I would be for at least the next year . . . if not longer. I thought for sure Amelia was a boy - I was wrong. I thought for sure two kids wouldn't be as hard as everyone said it was - I was wrong. I thought surely the second child would be just a easy as the first - I was wrong. And yet, I wouldn't change one thing. And amazingly, I don't remember the details of the more challenging times. I remember that Amelia's strong will was evident from the very beginning, and I remember thinking, "What are you getting so worked up about?" But I don't remember any specifics. Life's beautiful that way.
I remember her full head of hair, and the fact that David thought she looked like a little old man with a comb over.

I remember napping together . . .

And, I remember the start of a sisterly bond that we are blessed to see blossom on a daily basis.

Amelia now fills our life with laughter, drama, and tons of personality. She loves to make others laugh and has a huge heart. She is wicked smart ( e.g. she speaks in full sentences and uses pronouns correctly). And she has remained one strong-willed little girl. But in all honesty, who wouldn't want a strong-willed girl? No one is going to mess with my passionate Amelia!

She brings countless smiles to my day and literally fills my heart with joy! I can't wait for her to wake up tomorrow morning. For the past week she's been saying "My happy birthday coming up!"
I hope it is indeed a Happy Birthday, sweet girl!