On a Friday 17 years ago yesterday, my beautiful daughter was born. It was an inservice day at school and I was to have the first of my weekly doctor's visits. The alarm went off but I figured I could sleep a few extra minutes seeing that I wasn't going to have students. However, as is often the case when you're pregnant, I had to use the bathroom. That's when I discovered that my water had broke. However, it wasn't until 9:18 p.m. and a C-section later that Rachel entered the world, 2 weeks early. I remember so much of that day (thankfully not the pain). I have so many wonderful memories of her growing up. I remember how much she has always loved books and how her grandpa started reading the "dogs" book to her when she was only a couple weeks old. She still loves reading. I remember when she was 2-1/2 and started taking dance classes. She couldn't say her r's or l's so one day when the babysitter was getting her dressed for dance "cwass" she was squirming and told the babysitter her "weotard was aw scwewy." She has a talent for writing and one Christmas not too many years ago she wrote poems for all of her grandparents and me. She made all of us cry!
I will always be thankful to God for giving me such a sensitive, caring, compassionate, talented daughter. What an awesome responsibility- but one I would never trade.
Two of Rachel's friends filled her car with balloons while she was at school. They also put some on her antennae and wrote on her windows. Last night she brought all the balloons in and put them in the livingroom/diningroom. There were 109 balloons altogether. Levi has been having a great time playing with all these balloons.
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