Nine years ago today my little princess was born.
It seems like just yesterday that we brought her home from the hospital.
She was so tiny.
She was so dainty.
She had beautiful olive skin like her father.
She was perfect.
Until 9:00 pm.
Then the colic episodes began.
They went on most of the night.
Every night.
Chad and I took turns.
I am not sure who was more worn out.
Just when we thought we could not do it another night...it stopped.
After four long months we were able to finally enjoy our little girl.
Enjoy her we did.
She was a quick learner.
It did not take her long to figure out if she could be mobile, she could go places.
She sat up too early.
She crawled too early.
She walked too early.
She was into everything.
Everything needed to be touched and explored.
Everything needed to be pulled out and torn up.
My somewhat together life became chaos.
Colic and Chaos, doesn't every mother dream of that?
As if that was not enough, she talked too early.
In complete sentences.
Without taking a breath.
She still does. (She is her mothers daughter)
We fondly referred to her as our "Claire Bear".
We did.
Until she was in the first grade and wanted a skirt.
She didn't want a dress, or a bow in her hair.
She wanted a top and a skirt and a shoe with a heel.
She got the top and the skirt.
The shoe remained flat.
She sashayed down the hall and proudly announced,
" It's Good bye Baby Claire Bear....Hello Claire!"
So she is...our Claire.
She has a huge personality.
She is growing into it.
She is the most thoughtful girl I know.
She loves deeply.
She oozes creativity.
Her imagination is never-ending.
Her happiness and smile are infectious.
She is growing up to be an amazing young woman.
Happy Birthday Claire!
You will always be my little Claire Bear!
