It was three years ago that our little lady was brought into the world. I have to link up her birth story, as always, because it was just that nuts, and if you haven’t read it, you should. While I have ZERO sibling favouritism, I think her birth will always be different in my eyes. It was SO different! While the result, a beautiful child, is an outcome I’ve been blessed with four times, getting there was just different with her. It may sound dramatic, but never having felt labour the way I did with her, I genuinely thought we were both going to die as Brady drove us to the hospital. I didn’t know I was about to deliver. I honest to goodness thought we were about to die. So the relief of her being born, screaming, pink, squishy, and perfect, was very different. What a crazy time!
And how times have changed! Laela is now one of the “big kids” in the house. She is caring and kind, and loves to help. One of the special things she’s been gifted today has been allowing her to do as many of the “jobs” around here as she wants, without Dekker or Rowan “getting them.” So she’s been retrieving and removing diapers, setting the table, doing some dishes, wrapping Solly, etc. She LOVES to help.
We spent the morning baking cupcakes. LOTS of cupcakes. Seriously, like far too many. But they’re all iced and pretty and waiting for their imminent deaths over the next days. After all of that baking, and the couple of people who dropped in to wish her a happy birthday, she is wiped. Currently, she is basking sideways on a recliner, watching Octonauts. She only really pipes up when Dekker asks to switch the show, and she said “no,” because I gave her tv veto (tveto?) power on her birthday. I’m sure she’ll perk up once her usual afternoon quiet time has passed and her daddy comes home. But for now, we rest a little bit.
I should be doing laundry. I should be washing the baking dishes that didn’t fit in the dishwasher. I should be doing lots of things! But its too special of a day for chores. There’s always tomorrow.
If you’re ever reading this, I sure love you, my Laela girl! I couldn’t be happier that you’re in my family! I hope you had a blessed third birthday, and many, many more after that!