The kind of labor most young women today do not go through unless they choose to. Even eight years ago baby Max was a walk in the park compared to the walk in those halls. Modern medicine has made having a baby much easier today than then. And much easier then compared to a century ago. My, my. Time. What it does.
What time does rears itself to me much lately. It took that baby face, perfectly round like treasured gold piece, and created a woman. First steps and double digits and driving and falling in love and marriage and now the desire that won't let go for a perfect baby face of your own. It's time you say, to start your family.
A woman with dreams bigger than time can conquer because they take time to conquer.
Plans that sometimes start small and grow big and bigger and then one long day from now there's a sign on a door that says Open. And smells of sweetness delight the nose and then the mouth.
But time, my darlin', is a gift. Because one day you will see that a long day from now seems like only yesterday.
Remember this . . .
When the dreams of what you have now seemed like a lifetime away.
My sweet Blubird, time brings sweet things. And it brings choices. And letting go and living small to live huge. Because you brought love huge and Daddy and I never would have chosen a perfect moment because there isn't one to bring that perfect love that you breathe hard through.
And life is full of choices. And all things good do come. And all choices, if you let them, bring happiness. If you let them.
Happy Birthday. Love, Mamie
