beautiful girl

Flashback:  March 28, 1983, 10:17 a.m.  Christa Marie made her grand entrance, feet first, screaming like a banshee.  I remember so clearly that perfect little beet red face, eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open.  She crashed into my world and I've never been the same. Even as a toddler she was totally tuned in to other people, devastatingly funny, and always two steps ahead of me.  All these years later, she can read me like a book (whether I want her to or not!), and she makes me laugh more than anyone I know.  She's finally slowed down enough for me to catch up, and I love doing life side by side with her. 

And oh, what a good Mommy she is!  (She would disagree, but she would be wrong.) She loves her kiddos with a fierce, strong, safe love that takes my breath away sometimes.

She often claims to be "attached to my butt," and I would agree with her.  She might think that's a one-sided thing, but again, she would be wrong.  Our relationship is precious and rare, and I never want to forget that or take it for granted.  I love you, sweet girl!