Once upon a time, in a not too distant land, a baby girl was born. She was the delight of her parents. She had a great shock of hair on top of her head, but the hair on the sides was not long for this world. Still, the mother and father loved their little mohawk baby.
Sometimes the baby girl would curl up in a ball on daddy’s chest and fall asleep. This was his favorite.
The mommy loved the baby’s sleep drunk smiles, and the smell of her, and the little sounds she made when she was mostly awake, but not quite. She loved the way the baby would push her tiny fists against the air when she stretched, like it was heavy.
The baby girl grew. Her hair was golden and her eyes were blue. She told stories, and sang songs, and created imaginary worlds. And when her little brother came along, she used to sneak into his room and fill his crib with toys. She liked to splash in puddles and catch raindrops on her tongue.
Then the little girl became a teenager. Her eyes were still blue, but her hair? Well, it depended on the week. She traded dolls and legos for a camera and a saute pan. She collected music and films and tried to educate her mother about both. Her heart was wide open and always seemed to have room for those who were on the outside.
Almost before anyone knew what was happening, the teenager became a young woman. She finished school, got a job, and bought a car. She had become her own person with her own distinct opinions about pretty much everything. She bought a phonograph and a food processor. She became a juicing fiend, and made her own bath salts and soaps.
And then, that young woman had a baby girl of her own. Her heart was so full of love that it spilled out on everyone around her. She loved snuggling with her little baby. She took about a million photos. She forgot how to buy anything for herself because she always ended up buying things for the baby instead. She took her baby girl to the beach and to the zoo. She taught her to like vegetable juices, and smoothies, and curry. And Batman. And hockey.
She made those difficult decisions that parents make. She rose early and worked hard to provide a good life for her little girl. And then, one day, she and her little girl moved into a home of their own. And they were glad.
And the mommy and daddy looked at this daughter of theirs and were so proud, and grateful to have been given the privilege of being her parents.
And they all lived…
Dearest Kelsey, it is dizzying to think of all that has happened since I first held you in my arms 22 years ago today. Sometimes it seems like yesterday. Happy Birthday, Beloved!! God grant you many, many years!