Six years ago this morning, she entered the world. We pushed for three hours to meet one another. We were both cold and exhausted and we cuddled together and practiced the oneness we’d perfected for nine months.
Six years later, she is still a mystery, wrapped in the blanket of Six. Now, some moments, the blanket drops and we see glimpses of the woman within.
And I know it in my bones: she is my mini-me, only she dwells in the middle.
Happy Birthday, sweet baby girl. I’m so glad you pushed your way into my world. Stay forever…