12 years ago today I was in St. Joseph's Hospital in Stockton, California watching The Price is Right (with Bob Barker) and waiting for the arrival of my very first baby. I had been waiting for her for 40 weeks and two days, well, seven years, 40 weeks and 2 days, and I was just about to meet the sweetest, most beautiful girl, I would ever know. Needless to say I was pretty excited, and she didn't disappoint. In fact, she was much MORE wonderful than I had ever imagined. Eight pounds and five ounces of pure joy. I don't think I slept a wink that night looking at this amazing little person. I was completely smitten. My whole world revolved around this curly-headed, blue eyed, princess (her dad felt the same way, but this is my story). The last twelve years have gone much too fast, and even though I told her not to get any bigger when she was four, it's one of the few times that she has disobeyed. Sunday was the last Mother's Day that she will sing to me with the Primary. Even though she isn't my tiny baby anymore she gets more wonderful with every passing year. I love you Rachie Pickens and hope you have a great birthday!!
P.S. Happy Anniversary Kip and Lindsay! That was a good day too!
