So Kyra is 23 today. I just can’t believe it.
Last night I was thinking of what the doctor said to me when she was born.
“Oh, your daughter has a true knot in her umbilical cord. I don’t often deliver healthy babies who have a true knot.”
I remember that as though I sat in a chair and observed the whole thing from another part of the room. Not as a mom who has just had a baby.
When she was three, Kyra started playing the piano.
I got her lessons and she soared–was fabulous. She even practiced piano when she broke her elbow.
Kyra has gone to Vegas. With her sisters. And I am here. With her other sisters.
Happy birthday, Kyra. When I turned 23, I was on an LDS Deaf mission in North Carolina.
And you are gambling.
😉
Today I will write a chapter of the book I am penning with Cheri Pray Earl.
And I will wonder what we shall do about where to move.
And I may even peek in the window at Ann Dee and her baby Sam.
I apologize for not posting yesterday. Ann Dee is on breast feeding rest and I said I would take over.
And instead I went and looked at houses.
But I will do better.
Happy Birthday, Kyra!
Good luck with the house hunting and writing. Thinking about fresh chubby babies helps cheer me up.
Happy birthday, Kyra! Carol, I’m trying to get hold of you to sign up for one of the advanced classes for WIFYR. I sent you an e-mail. Please contact me at elizabeth.dimit (at) gmail (dot) com. 🙂
23 just sounds like the perfect age.
I meant to say something about your house woes on Saturday when I met you. Such a stress. In February we were able to sign another lease on our house. I was starting to have panic attacks at the thought of moving my family again. I hope your situation is resolved soon.
happy happy birthday! hope it is wonderful.