21 years ago this morning, I was waiting for someone to wake up. I just needed to be told that I should call my doctor to know why I was leaking.
You see, I was 41 weeks pregnant and had spent the previous day peeing my pants. Literally. Well, not literally. Turns out, my water broke and I didn't know it. So I was having a baby. Only I didn't know that until I had to ask someone.
Oh, those naive days.
And by midnight, I had my first born.
And since that day, she has been looking forward to this day. May 18, 2012 when she would be 21 years old.
Isn't that funny how we wish our lives away?
I'd say 20 was a pretty good year for her. A trip to Italy, cliff jumping, BYU football, a great job, better grades at school, growing her hair long, trips to Cali, living in Europe for a semester and her beloved Cougar Rugby.
So, when you've waited for 21 years for this momentous occasion....how do you celebrate?
By taking the family north to watch the National Championship. Because, somehow the 21 year old was born obsessed.
Happy Birthday to the girl that made me a Mom. Who's blonde hair, blue eyes and Mickey Mouse voice stole my heart. Who has put up with raising a Mom for 21 years. I love you.