Best Summer Memory of All

Two years ago today, right this instant, I was wondering how many more hours it would be until I would hold my baby girl in my arms for the very first time. A hot and sticky New York City bustled as usual, despite the earthshattering events going on in my birthing suite high above the morning fray. Would I be able to do it? Was I up to the task? All of it? Getting through the rest of the labor? Nursing? Changing a diaper? Raising a human being? Shaping a life? Who did I think I was? Whose idea was this, anyway?

But here we are, two years--a whole lifetime--later, smiling, laughing, playing, singing. I have more faith in myself now, because of that day two years ago. And I am in awe of the funny, brilliant, amazing, happy little person we're raising.

Happy Birthday, little one. You are truly the sunshine of my life.