My favorite day

Today is my favorite day of the year.

It's Kar's birthday!

The stories of her arrival start the night before. At various times throughout the day, I will tell her what was happening the date of her birth.

She knows what time I went into labor. She knows what time she made her grand entrance. She knows the last meal I ate before she came into this world and officially made me a mother. She knows that *I* chose her name; I knew (in my gut) she was a girl; she knows she made me a much better person. Without her, my life wouldn't be enchanted and beautiful.

It's so very important that Kar knows how loved she has always been. No matter what, she came into a house full of love for her. And she lives in a house full of love for her.

One of my favorite questions to ask parents is, "what is your favorite day?" Much too often I hear, Christmas or Valentine's Day.

That's exactly what Kar's birthday is to me: the most pure love for a precious, little baby. MY BABY!

The Last of Sheila (Coburn)