Oh such pain!! My contractions were getting harder and harder. I knew my little girl would be entering this world shortly. In pain, I call my dad and tell him that I was 'ready'. My bags packed, my dad was the first to pick me up; it seemed as if the drive to the hospital took forever! My husband, then in the Sheriffs department, was paged and soon met me at the hospital.
*NINETEEN HOURS LATER*
October 15, 2005
Out comes the most precious face, I looked at this beauty with tears in my eyes and said, "Happy Birthday Calista." I will never forget the expression on her little face, not even crying, she looked at me as if saying... "Is that where that voice was coming from?"
All I can say is, "Wow."
Calista is 4 years old now, and not there is not a day that goes by that my little girl does not make my smile, or laugh. She thinks she knows it all; and is a girlie-girl... loves make-up, dresses, dressing up, doing hair... and yes, she does my make-up and nails too.
"Mommy, can I put glitter on your eyes?"
"Mommy, can I paint your nails?" I look now, as I'm typing this and see the blotchy pink spots that my baby has proudly painted.
I look forward waking up to each day:
Weekdays, getting her up in the morning and hearing cute excuses for not wanting to crawl out of her warm covers and get ready for school. On weekends I love getting her ready for ballet, in Mommy's eyes, she is a living doll.
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