My baby turned 10 today. She was born at 1:04 a.m. on February 10, 2002. 8 lbs., 9 oz. 2 pushes. Less than 2 hours in labor. On her due date. Anna Rose.
She was gorgeous.
I thought for sure I was having a boy because she felt so different from her older sister when I was carrying her. She was so much more physical. Kicking, stretching, rolling. But I was glad she was a girl. I wanted B to have a sister. Sisters are so important.
Anna is still physical - when she gives you a hug, you know you've been hugged. She has always been Mama's girl. There were times I thought that if she could climb back inside me, she would.
That's me in the back row, with Anna pulling my (red) hair.
She was a happy, jolly baby. Her sister had generally been more solemn. Not Anna!
She was a jolly toddler and preschooler, too.
She loves to sing, to dance and has her own sense of style. When in doubt - make it fancy!
She loves her big sister more than just about anybody.
Except maybe her bestie, who she met when she was 3.
Kindergarten was a snap for this girl. She waved good-bye and never looked back!
She is a book reader, science lover, movie watcher, deep thinker. She is a ray of sunshine in our lives.
Have I mentioned how lucky I am to have this amazing girl (and her equally amazing sister) in my life?