Eighteen years ago, as of the moment of typing, I was in labour. At 11:46 a.m., after a pretty much perfect nine and a bit hours of labour, I delivered a perfect baby girl, eight pounds, one ounce, blue eyes.
Here she is at four. Is that not the most freaking ADORABLE mop o’curls you’ve ever seen???
Happy birthday to my baaaaybeee… who is now an ADULT.