Sixth child of six handled her first day of senior high exactly as she slipped into this world; low-key, super easy, and just like that.
She was out the door and gone before I even put the coffee on. Looked for her car upon my rise, and no, not there.
Her birth date was exact: almost born in the elevator, and husband delivered her before doc could get there. We knew the drill, head down, fluid clear, let’s go. Nurse was as nervous as hell.
In the room that night woke up and missed her, why oh why does she need to be in the newborn nursery, she belongs right here, right now.
This child knows things beyond her years, and we love her beyond infinity.
Last first day, and every day dress. xoxo
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