Yesterday, I received this text from my husband:
Because seven years ago (yesterday) I was 9 days overdue with a certain baby that seemed happy to extend her stay in my uterus indefinitely. I was also facing a second c-section if the little one didn't make an appearance with 24 hours. Needless to say I was stressed out, VERY pregnant, and doing everything under the sun to get labor rolling. Castor oil? Oh yes, I did.
Luckily that night, contractions started and we headed to the hospital to meet Miss Riely (who we didn't yet know was actually a girl). About 12 hours later, we were the proud new parents of a brand new daughter:
Today, that little baby is turning seven. A spunky, sassy, seven year-old that we can't imagine our lives without:
We'll be celebrating this afternoon with a Dazzling Diva Dress-Up Party (all pink, at her request!), an array of girly gifts, and of course, ice cream cake! But before all the festivities begin, I have to go collect her from her grandparents house where she's spent the last week at VBS, spending time with cousins and generally getting spoiled.
Happy Birthday to my sweet girl. I love you so! And you were definitely worth the wait!
