Twenty One Years Ago

This time 21 years ago I was a new mother.  I had never expected to have children.  But here I was, the first time I had ever spent Christmas away from my family, in the hospital, having given birth to my first daughter.

Luckily, despite me, she has grown up to be a fantastic person.  One of whom I am pleased to be around, even if she isn’t my daughter.

 

From a joyous child who loved, and still loves, to dress up and pretend. 

To a young woman of many moods.

 

 

She is smart, talented, resourceful, witty….many things I don’t know how she came about having and being.

 

  And she has promised to take care of me during the coming Zombie Apocalypse.

Happy Birthday, sweetheart.