At this time eleven years ago, I was holding a very new little baby girl and feeling like a rock star. The labor had been long and difficult, and there was a rough transition into motherhood ahead, but those early hours with our new baby sweetie were so precious and hallowed.
And now she is eleven. Baking her own chocolate birthday cake, icing her own birthday cupcakes for school in a style all her own, and embarking on adventures with a ukulele. I can hardly take it in. I love her so.