Four years is a long time. At least, it was in high school.
That’s how many years it’s been since my Princess, Addison arrived.
Her delivery was faster than expected. Had we realized labor would be that brief, I wouldn’t have bothered to shower and shave. My husband wouldn’t have made that loaf of banana bread (which we left baking in the oven .. cause that’s .. safe). He may not have spent so long passing off our Price in the parking lot. He almost missed everything.
He missed the epidural. Lucky bastard.
We got the first: “Uh oh.” Meconium brought in the NICU team for a fast clean up. (Yuck.)
Then you got sick.
Then you got sicker.
We said goodbye.
But, being a stubborn mini fighter, you proved us wrong.
When you blow out your candles tonight, I’ll make the same wish I’ve made every year since: May you spend another year without going to the hospital.
And since you discovered a favorite movie: May you grow big like robot.