I Still Can’t Believe You’re Mine
Today, Celia “sweetie baby” Gallagher is two.
And I am still in awe that only two years ago, she was given to me.
Carrying a child and not knowing the gender is the best thing in the world. I never wanted it any other way so I enjoyed the surprise to its fullest. Twice.
But few events changed my life more than the day my husband said, “It’s a boy! I mean, it’s a girl!” (Her umbilical cord was between her legs).
I have said this all before. And it’s still true. But, the wonder that I have when I look at my daughter still sometimes throws me for a loop.
She will be someone’s best friend someday, someone’s shoulder to cry on, someone’s voice of reason, someone’s reminder to laugh at their self. Someone’s wife. Someone’s mother.
She will be a voice I look forward to hearing in the telephone, a young woman I will look forward to chatting with over lunch and shopping.
She will be me and not me in all the ways (I hope) I would want her to be. She will be stronger than I ever could be, brighter in spirit and intelligence than I ever thought of being and rock solid in her determination and will.
She will be beautiful and it will only be complemented by her beautiful blue eyes. Her beauty will come out in the crinkle of her smile, the love in her voice, her sharp wit, her warm nature, her contagious laugh.
And when I see this all in her– I can already predict that even then, I still won’t believe she is mine. I will still be full of awe, wonder and pure humility in seeing my daughter grow before me.
Happy Birthday, baby girl. Thank you for making me a better Mommy.