September 5, 2014. The day I had been waiting for and the day that forever changed my life, my beautiful daughter was born at 2:38 in the afternoon. She had full head of dark curly hair. Before we even left the hospital she was sharing her beautiful smile and had continued to bless me with it every single day.
She is now 5 months old and it's been wonderful with a side of difficult. I'm 30 years old and felt "I waited long enough, I should be ready and able to handle anything." Not so, but have truly enjoyed learning how to be a mother so far.
The most difficult part has been trying to learn it without my own mother to guide me and comfort me through the hard nights. I've missed her more than words can express and have had a very difficult time coping lately with the one year anniversary coming around since she left this world. The hardest part had been learning to confide in others the same way I did with her about all my concerns because she was like no other, she would listen to all my silly ramblings of all my dreams, wishes, and concerns and often times that was all I needed, just a listening ear...
One thing that I hope I will always give to my daughter.
