Where did 1,826 days go...

Good Morning Piper...Happy 5th Birthday Sweetheart!
It's 6am and as I gently kiss your forehead and smell your hair, I wonder...where did 1,826 days go?

On January 13, 2004 an angel came into our lives at 9:12pm. 7 pounds 12 ounces, 21 inches long.
I remember bringing you home from the hospital, and after all the visitors were gone, I sat down next to your father. The two of us just sitting there gazing into your bassinet. I starting crying in his arms because I was so over-joyed and so scared. It felt like the first day of school. I was so excited to ride the bus for the first time, meet my teacher, make new friends. I was also very afraid of getting lost, missing my mommy and not having anyone to sit by me at lunch.
I also remember telling myself to relish the time we have together and not to get too caught up in the future...what will she be when she grows up...will she play high school sports or be a cheerleader...who will she be when she's five...

Even with all the hustle and bustle of life, I have indeed relished the last five years, and I can tell you~
You are the brightest, kindest, most thoughtful - most beautiful five year old I know.

You have your dad's wit and determination ~ my compassion and we have the same scrunched eye brows when we are frustrated.

The little songs you sing while playing with your dolls or coloring are the most beautiful words I've ever heard.

I also love the way your eyes sparkle and your nose crinkles when you giggle.

I am so greatful to have you in my life Piper Susanne. You have given me a new view of the world - of life. Through the wonder of your eyes, the world is more colorful. Music is louder and dancing is silly and freeing.

I thought that there was meaning in my life before you came along, but Hell if I even knew the meaning of meaning. For the majority of my life I thought I had religion, but never has there been a more reverent moment in my life than walking into your room late at night to watch you breathe, to hear your life in the air. ~Heather B. Armstrong
I thank God each night for blessing us with such a precious gift and pray for just one more day...just one more.

Love,Mama

PS. My favorite thing is being your mommy, and don't ever forget it!