Here is where I get a little teary eyed and start looking for that elusive box of tissue.
Eighteen years ago today, right about now, I was starting day two of trying to have a baby. Yesterday's induction didn't take and I was sick with preeclampsia and there wasn't much option for us at that point except to have a baby now.
I'd spent a restless night tossing and turning in the hospital bed, with my husband snoring next to me on the fold out chair, and I was so ready to be done. Let's go, baby, I thought. Get a move on!
And now, it's been 18 years, in a blink of an eye. That moment she was born, purple with the cord around her neck, to first days of preschool, middle school, high school, trips to Seaside, Washington DC, France, needing to be carried, needing to hold my hand, needing to snuggle in my bed, needing to borrow the car, needing to be grown, all has passed in an instant.
I'm standing here, looking at this amazing young woman, and I'm so proud of her. She marches to her own drummer, always has, and I pray she always will!
Although, the tables have turned. I'm not the one saying "Let's go, get a move on!" She is. She is ready to cannonball into life! I'll be at her side, with a towel and sunscreen, cheering her on.