Dear Time,

     Where did you go?  Twelve years ago today my sweet baby girl was born.  I still remember the fat rolls bulging out from between the doctor’s fingers when he held my little girl up the minute she was born, that blood-curdling cry and all that hair.  Jet black and thick and so unruly strangers would later tell me I could make it “lay down” with a little bit of baby oil.

     Er…no.  Her hair had character.  (And still does.)

     I still remember the smell of baby lotion and Desitin ointment and her gummy smile.  The way she would spit out a pacifier and plug her fingers into her mouth instead.  I remember her sitting in the floor, twirling her feet in circles and laughing at her big brother.  I remember snuggling her close, taking her to the park to feed the ducks only to realize that she’d crammed the stale bread into her mouth instead of sharing with the birds.  I remember her sweet laugh and the way she loved her johnny-jump-up.  I remember her sleepy smile and baby kisses, dimpled knees and little feet.

     :::sniff, sniff:::

    And now she’s twelve.  A whole dozen.  She’s wearing a bra and little bit of make-up and spends most of her time on the phone.  But she’s still–and will always be–my sweet baby girl.  And that, dear Time, you will never be able to take away from me.

     ~Rhonda

PS–Happy Birthday, my sweet girl.  I love you.

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