Three Years

Three years ago right about now, I had come to the end of a long ordeal. I had labored for forty-eight hours and the finale was quite an event, attended by a pediatric team and what felt like a small army of residents. Then they handed me this small, pink bundle.

 She was silent and wide eyed, and the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. She was like a little acorn fairy, and she had my chin.

It can't have been three years, can it? And yet look.

If she was a miracle then I don't even have words for her now. She grows tall and straight like a willow tree.
My fairy princess, my little warrior, my pirate queen, I give thanks to God every day for the privilege of being your mother.

Happy Birthday, Punk.