I had grand plans of starting a blog for Elise the day after she was born. But like many of my plans, this fell to the wayside during the whirlwind that was the beginning of her life. Oh well. . . she won't know the difference. At least until she becomes internet savvy and stumbles across all the embarrassing things I'll be writing about her.
The past 8 months have been crazy and wonderful and horrible and magical and exhausting. I have helped take care of other people's children for most of my life, but nothing could prepare me for having my own child. Elise is a marvel, a wonder, a maniac, and a delight. I could never have imagined my every waking thought being consumed with the thoughts and care of this crazy beautiful creature.
I know I would never have known the difference, but I am so glad that this particular borrowed sperm met up with this particular egg at that particular time to create this particular kid. If only about a million little nuances had happened instead of what did, I might have never seen this smile or held this hand or heard this laugh. I'm so glad that my Elise is this Elise and no other. She's my girl. She's our girl.
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