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.