I never knew the depth of love that was possible until my daughter was born. She is as tenacious now as she was the moment she decided to be born. My labor was approximately an hour and a half. Another story for another day. Never has anything tested my patience as much as my girl. Never have I had as much as I do with her.
Today, today I needed her. I needed the hugs and the happiness to see me. I need to hear all of the L words she pronounces with Y. Lucky is said as Yucky. Lemonade is said as Yemonade. I love it. We played Lite Brite, Ants in the Pants (she cheated), ate dinner together and are going to have some serious snuggle time. Reading books is on the agenda, and then I will tuck her in and she will beg me to lay with her, which every night I pretend I am not going to, then run and jump in with her. I am one lucky mama.
March 27, 2008 at 11:57 pm
Your daughter sounds great. I caused my mother a 13.5 hour labour. That is also a story for another day
March 29, 2008 at 3:53 pm
Your daughter sounds awesome.
Krystie Lee (Her blog is Cupcake Martinis linked on my blog), her daughter pronounces Little Filthy as Yil Foofy. I had never heard of the L-Y thing until she told me that and now you mention it, too. Interesting!