Thursday, March 29, 2007
Lexi's big day
Yesterday, my sister and I watched some old videotapes - back when Zack was born and Lexi celebrated her third birthday. After I got past the really bad footage of myself - face broke out and with mastitis - I was taken aback by little Lexi's voice. The curls I remember clearly. But her sweet baby voice; I forgot how fragile and tender it was. It was bittersweet. I never want to be the girl who wishes her kids were little again. I am not there. But I am just a little south, wondering what else I won't remember someday.
I often come to this site and bemoan how tough it can be raising this daughter of mine, but let me set the record straight.
I don't know how I lucked out. Every now and then, it is so clear to me that she is such a great kid. I wouldn't change a thing.
(Which only proves I am a big dope. Everyone else saw it all along.)
Happy birthday my sweet girl. I love you.