Three years ago, I lay in the hospital bed, waiting for the arrival of our second born. I was not nearly as nervous as the first time. After all, I knew everything already.
Boy, was I wrong.
I didn’t know later that day I would be holding a precious little girl. (I thought for sure this one was a boy.)
I didn’t know we would name her Katherine, Kate for short, and she would soon become my Katiebug.
I didn’t know she would grow to love monkeys and her Daddy and the color purple.
I didn’t know she would be the most perfect mix of playful and mischievous and sweet.
I didn’t know her and Maddie would develop the sweetest relationship I have ever witnessed.
I didn’t know sometimes I would catch a glimpse of her – a certain expression, a certain mannerism – and she would look just like me.
I didn’t know she would assert her independence at such a young age, doing things how she “yikes to do it.”
I didn’t know I had so much more love in my heart to give.
I didn’t know it would be almost impossible to be angry with her. Mischievous, yes. But so, so sweet.
I didn’t know she would make me laugh a hundred times each day and send me to sleep every night with a grateful heart.
I didn’t know she was going to color each of my days beautiful in a way I never imagined.
How could I have known?
Happy, happy birthday, Katiebug.