Eighteen years ago Friday, at the tail end of a visit from my mother, I spent an afternoon walking through the zoo with my mother and my husband (Golf Pro). We were walking through the zoo because my cousin had found it to be an effective solution to what I'll euphemistically call "delayed onset labor".
Eighteen years ago yesterday, after a long labor, mostly spent trying to persuade my already willful daughter to turn her head, Kitty lay on my chest, looking up at me with beautiful blue eyes while her mother, grandmother, father, and godmother looked down at the miracle. It was the last time she voluntarily got up before 7:30 a.m.
Over the years, she's spent a lot of time with Grandmother
Doing things near water....
And growing up
She was a vibrant, creative child; and she's a vibrant creative woman.
There's too much to say to put in one post -- and though she deserves it, I'm just not going to write a post about her sense of humor, or the wonderful fiction she writes, or the paintings (several of which grace our walls), or the drawings and pen & ink images, or the music, or Shakespeare. I won't share the struggles and passions -- because they're HER life, and one thing is true: she's a bit private.
Happy Birthday Kitty. Welcome to the world of responsibility and freedom.
I love you!