96 months ago today, I was sitting in a hospital bed listening to your heartbeat in a monitor, wondering if you would ever decide to actually come out and join us. I spent a lot of time that day wondering how different our lives would be with a baby around. I wondered if I would ever get a good night's rest again. I wondered what you would look like and how long it would take for you to know that I was your Mom, that I was the one who had carried you for the past 9 months.
But I never thought about you at Eight. I guess I was so wrapped up in when you would get teeth, that I never thought about you losing them. Or getting an allowance. Or going off to camp by yourself for a week.
But all of a sudden we're here. You're eight today. And I realize at this moment how quickly time has flown. Way faster than I ever dreamed it would.
Lying in that hospital bed with all those questions, I never ever would have guessed that a little 6 pound 4 ounce red-head bundle of baby would be able to take a pretty awesome life and make it perfect. I never would have guessed that you would be able to make me smile as big as you do and make me fall wildly in love with you. I have never been more proud, more crazy, more overwhelmed, more content, more complete than I am as your Mom. You are a sweet daughter and a sweet friend, and for as much as I have taught you over the past 8 years, you have taught me even more.
I love you and can't wait to see what God has planned for you this year.
Happy Birthday, ChellBell.