Thursday, October 8, 2009

The little girl with pink cheeks



Remember baby Maggie? She always had pink cheeks. She turned fifteen yesterday.


She is in the midst of being a teenager. And loving it everything about it. She is my 100 miles an hour child... I mean this in a good way. She makes the world better.


When she was born I wondered where she came from. Well I mean, I know where she came from (my uterus) but I remember her being so very alert that first night I met her and we silently stared at each other. We were far from home...no grandparents or aunts and uncles just us in this poorly lit room, me holding her while she held my heart.




She still does.

6 comments:

The Pink Birdhouse said...

Happy Birthday to your Maggie. What a precious baby picture of her!! I have one into the teen years also right now, he seems to have changed over night. Did some alien come own and take over my child's body! Another teen coming up at us in this house in the spring time. Will I survive? I think so, every stage of their lives has wonderful things about it and those are what I enjoy!! warmly, Debby

~Lavender Dreamer~ said...

Your story is precious and she is beautiful! What a smile! Happy Birthday Maggie! I hope all your wishes come true! Looks like a perfect birthday cake! Can I put in my order for one just like it? Have fun!

Emily said...

What a pretty girl! Mine will be a teenager before I know it. AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Magpie. said...

awh(: mom your so sweet.

i love you with all my heart, and thank you for such a wonderful birthday, your the best mother anyone could ever ask for..

p.s. im writing this from the library. everyone loves your blog! haha.

Leila said...

So pretty!

It's amazing how the babies are different from the moment they are born -- probably before too, but it's hard to tell :)

Happy birthday!

Beck said...

What a beautiful post about a beautiful girl. You are such a loving mum and I bet all your kids adore you too. I hope your Maggie has a wonderful birthday, 15 is a great place to be xo