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My Favorite Oldest Daughter

Fifteen years ago Brent and I were preparing to spend our second Christmas together. We were also preparing to welcome our first child into this world. Looking back I can tell you we were blissfully naïve.

Talk to any women with children and she has a birth story. The ups the downs the event of bringing a baby into the world. I too have a birth story. I have four of them in fact but this post isn’t about labor but about the beautiful baby girl who came into our lives.

S. was born at 3:59am on December 19th, 1996. Exactly 5 days past her due date. She came into this world at 8lb 15oz just barely missing the 9lb mark. She had the longest fingers and everyone swore she would play the piano.

I can’t tell you that she was a dream baby because the truth is those first few weeks are a blur. I’m not a naturally calm person to begin with and now all the sudden there was this tiny person who depended on me.

The Lord in is infinite wisdom sent me S. first because he knew I needed a chance to warm up to the whole mom thing. He sent me a near perfect child. She was and continues to be well behaved, she is a helper, and she succeeds at everything she does.

It has been an interesting experience being the mother of S. She doesn’t really know what it means to fail. She has a knack for succeeding at everything she tries. Me and all my pessimistic ways has waited for the day that she falls flat on her face. Only she never has. I think even though she has come close a couple of times she understands that failure is part of success.

She has changed me in more ways than I can count. Her success has brought a lot of opportunities to our home. We had to either jump in and enjoy the ride or hold her back. For the most part we have enjoyed the ride. Currently, the best part about being her mom is her understanding about life. She understands the importance of school and developing her testimony. Also, she is a homebody. She likes her friends, being with them, but at the end of the day she rather be home. There is a comfort in having your children tucked in around you.

She is working hard at school managing a 4.0 and she has a lot of plans for her future that include, school, career, temple marriage, and a family. Sometimes I shake my head and wonder how in the world did I get this lucky.

Below are only a few of the hundreds of pictures I have of S. She says that the older she gets she is becoming a master at hiding from my lens. ☺

Happy 14th Birthday to my Favorite Oldest Daughter!

 S. and A. sharing the first of many birthday cakes. Ages 3 and 1



S.'s first day of school

Six Year Old Picture. So flipp'n Cute!

Ahhh

 No way could I post pictures without a swim meet picture. She was 8 in this picture.

This is a picture she took of herself, what a character.

 
S. and A. sharing another birthday moment.
This time H. got in on the birthday cake action. They each had their own section of the cake to blow out.

S.'s Fifth birthday a very pretty princess day.



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