The day was crisp and clear. It had been a mild winter, much to your snow loving mama’s dismay. So it seemed only appropriate that they were calling for a snowstorm the day you came to us. No sign of it as we entered the hospital at 2pm. A few hours later a flake had yet to fall. But when it did, it just kept coming and didn’t stop. I have a clear memory of looking out through the slats of the blind, in between contractions, and seeing a winter wonderland. The kind of flakes that make you feel like you live in a snowglobe that’s just been shaken. And in the midst of that swirling snow, you were born. Eight pounds of beautiful girl, healthy and whole.
Five years later, we celebrate you on a snowy, icy day. You’re even more beautiful.
You bring out the best in me.
We’re growing up together, my love, bit by bit
You make me laugh and smile and be silly.
You’re my best girl.
Happy birthday, sweet Haven!