Twenty years ago today I gave birth to the second of our sweet daughters.
In the first few hours of her life, Chelsea revealed to us several clues about her personality. She was quiet, observant, even contemplative, as she absorbed the bright new world she'd been born into.
She spent a good amount of her first hours looking her momma over good—like she couldn’t quite figure me out.
She still does that sometimes.
I couldn't imagine, back on the day when she was born, how close we'd be, what good friends we'd become.This birthday, the one that marks the end of her teenage years, has been a bit bittersweet for me. It’s a joyous occasion, of course, because I’m so proud of the young woman Chelsea is.
On the other hand, I could just bawl because the past two decades have passed too swiftly. Children ought not to grow up so fast. Parents shouldn’t age so quickly. Time could slow down just a little bit, couldn’t it?
Despite my wishful thinking, I know it won’t. That’s why these are the moments we treasure—and the ones I’m so very thankful for.