Bragging Rights of a Mom

Don and I will be leaving on Saturday for a week's trip to Duck. In case you are not familiar with this place, it is located on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We look forward to a week of relaxation once again. Most of our trips involve a lot of sightseeing and traveling around. This one will mainly include rest and visiting Don's sister who lives about an hour away.

Because we will be gone Saturday, November 4, I need to comment tonight on that special day. Once again, on that day, my baby girl will be celebrating her birthday, her 34th; yet, to me, she is still my little baby girl, just as cute as ever! When she was just 6 days old, I thought she was the prettiest little child I had ever seen, fair of skin and eyes that sparkled! To this day, she has those same "talking" eyes, a beautiful shade of blue: and, she is still the petite little girl whom I remember as a little cheerleader dressed in her green and white; a preschool ballerina playing the role of a candy cane in the Christmas recital; my sad little girl when we moved her away from her dearest friend so that I could make more money (Which was more important? Sometimes, I question that decision...perhaps we should have stayed where we were for her sake. Yet, her future may not include her present hubby had we not moved, but in a way, I was being selfish because I wanted to be nearer my parents and family); my sick little daughter during her senior year when she had chicken pox no less, or the time she was in the hospital writhing with pain while a "mean" old nurse kept trying unsuccessfully to inject an IV; a tiny little daughter who was carried away from home by her "giant teddy bear hubby"; the dear daughter who lay so happily in the hospital bed after giving birth to my wonderful little grandson, then bringing me another little granddaughter to cherish.
How can a mother not love a daughter who has brought her so much happiness? who still calls her, sometimes from work even and tells her she loves her as she hangs up the phone? who gives of her time and energy to do things that would please her? I am proud of Kendra and will tell the world of my pride and joy. I'm proud of your many accomplishments, in your work and in your personal endeavors. So, to you, Keni, happy birthday! May you have many, many more!