Today is my daughter’s birthday and the Little Bean is growing up at an alarming rate. I mean, I’ve listened to Don’t Blink, but jeezy-peezy…I can’t believe she’s having another birthday. She was just born.
I think about where I was at, those short years ago:
- Worn out from a very difficult pregnancy.
- Burned out with baby blues and putting down a beloved dog.
- Losing parents.
- Not writing.
- Not really even dreaming very much – I’d gotten my baby dream and I couldn’t see much further than that.
No matter how tough it is at the time, you always get through it.
And I’ve gotta say it: This kid ROCKS. She’s just a really nice person 90% of the time, so I feel very blessed. All that anguish surrounding her birth was worth it.
Her latest milestone: She was in a wedding last weekend. I put some of this up on Facebook, but the pictures are so cute, they need to grace the blog too.
This amazing, shy-in-front-of-crowds girl, walked herself down the aisle, placing petals with the precision of a structural engineer.
Sure, I had to lean into the aisle and coax her a bit, but she got very serious about the job. The same dress she originally refused to put on, I had to pry off her afterwards.
Now mind you, the answer all weekend was a flat-out NO. (see below)
Me: You’re going to be in a wedding tomorrow!
Me: You have a very important job today. You’ve got to put down flowers so the bride knows where to walk.
Her: Maybe tomorrow.
She was having NO part of any of it.
Then she saw the other flower girls’ dresses and realized she wouldn’t be doing all this wedding business by herself. There were other kids involved! So maybe she could get her hair curled and put on that confection of cuteness.
And she did.
Yes, both her parents cried. And we didn’t blink.
What have you seen a loved one do that was over-the-top brave? What about yourself…have you hitched up them Big Cowbell panties and taken a leap? What was it? Enquiring minds LOVE to know these things here at More Cowbell!
Note: We’re having Thoughty Thursday a day late here, thanks to a procedure I’m trying to forget. (I’m fine, and now my colon has made its’ television debut. Blurgh.) Feel free to share your procedure stories too, since those require great courage (and some really big panties).