But, this is not a post about how difficult it is to not know if you will get to raise the baby that you love dearly. This is about her first days.
But this day, I remember.
I don’t remember eating much pizza, though. I can’t imagine that I did.
And, I remember when everyone left and it was just us and Jennice. She showed us how to swaddle Lizzie, I had forgotten. She laid a swaddled and sound asleep Lizzie down. We all gazed at her lovingly and then finally took a breath.
|Happy birthday, Lizzie!|
Last night, I danced with my daughter. When Tori sang on "Victorious" or the new "Honey Nut Cheerios" commercial came on, she said "Mommy, get up and dance!” And, sometimes, I got up first and told her to "get up and dance!" I spun her around and kissed her belly. I looked at her smile and listened to her laugh. Basically, I had my own little anniversary celebration. The best part was that she was smiling at me and laughing because she was dancing with me.