....On her Second Birthday!
Can you believe it's already been 2 years since my little angel was born?? I can't! She's still my little baby to me, but then again, she will probably always be mamma's little girl. So her is a shout out for the little angel that brought such happiness to my heart and our family over these last two years.
Kenya,
Though the pregnancy was long and the labor not fun, I was thrilled to have gone through it to bring you into my life. The night you were born was scary, and for a short span of time (10 minutes) we were nervous about how you would come into the world, but God blessed us with your safe entry into this world. The moment you took your first breath was such a relieving and satisfying moment for me, to know that you were safe and well. The placed you at the head of my bed so I may see you and tears streamed down both cheeks uncontrolled. You were perfect and precious and I couldn't have asked for more.
It was another 30 minutes before I was able to hold you, but when I was all stitched up and ready I took the first chance I could to sit up and just look at you, stare and marvel at the beautiful creation in my arms and how blessed I was to have you in my life.
The last two years have brought all sorts of new experiences and discovers with a little girl. You have quite the little attitude Missy, but mostly it's fun to see your little personality develop. You love to be little miss boss, not something I'm sure is all that great, but we think it's absolutely adorable at the moment. You love your brother and want nothing more than to be exactly like him, something he's not sure how to handle.
Little miss Kenya, I'm just not sure what to do with you most days. You are definitely a mixture of girly girl and tom boy. Not sure how you ended up with that, but it's quite the interesting combo. You usually don't want me to do your hair, but if I do it you have to have a bow, at least one. But you love to run and get dirty, jump in leaves, play with trains and planes, and wrestle with your brother. You can totally hold your own in nursery and you never let anyone pick on you. No body messes with you, sometimes not even your own brother. :)
There are days when I can see the teenage years coming on just too fast. You point your finger at me and shouting at the top of your lungs in gibberish. It's a frightening thought, but for now that is years away. :)
Not a week goes by that someone doesn't comment on how beautiful, cute, adorable, or amazing you are. We hear it all the time from passersby at the store, the park, or just around while we are running errands. You are a special little girl and everyone sees it.
Love,
Mom

