Double Digits

10 years ago today at 2:00 a.m. I was woken from a deep sleep (well as deep as you can sleep when you are 41 weeks pregnant) to these wonderful sharp little pains in my stomach.

At 2:21 p.m. after a very short labor (after I got to the hospital and got my drugs, I was a sleep most of the time) I was blessed with a 8 lb 10 oz, 21 inch baby girl.

Snoball was born in the blizzard of 99, I am a product of the blizzard of 67. My dad once told me I was the result of a good drunk. Thanks Dad, just what I always wanted to hear. And truth be told all 3 of my were from good drunks.

Over the past 10 years we have gone through so much. It is amazing how time flies. I do remember saying and still do sometimes say "I cant wait til they are older!". Reality has slapped me in the face today. I do not want my baby to be double digits, that means she is not a baby anymore, that also means I am double digits older than when I had her. Not that I feel old or anything but to be young and vivacious forever would be nice.

Today is her day and I thank God for giving her to me and letting me hug and kiss and cuddle and smell and love her everyday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SNOBALL, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!