Yesterday, my Harlee-girl and I spent the day together.
She slept in while I got my morning routine finished, then I woke her up to head to the school.
I had a few things I needed to get organized before staff and students came back today.
After a few hours in my office, we grabbed some lunch and went to get pedicures...the last little treat for her 12th birthday.
She decided on a manicure and I got my toes done.
When we were finished, there was time for her to spend a gift card that she got for Christmas and to pick up my WalMart grocery order, before heading to get our eyebrows waxed and my hair cut.
Here’s a little before & after of the eyebrows...her first experience having them waxed!
I took off my tennis shoes and peeled off my socks...or tried to.
But they were STUCK to my big toes.
“Oh no. This is not good.” I thought.
Sure enough...my toes had not been dry when I put my socks and shoes back on at the nail salon.
No worries though...I think they’re fine.
Just a little added texture.
It was December 29, 2006.
I had been on bed rest for almost three weeks.
Mr. Farmhouse and I had headed up to the doctor's office because I couldn't get my blood pressure to go down at home, no matter what I tried.
We got to the office and the nurse checked it again.
My doctor came in.
"Your blood pressure's not going down...I'm just going to send you guys on over to the hospital and we'll induce today."
I wasn't due until January 18th, so I will admit that this came as a bit of a shock to us.
We headed over to the hospital and prepared to welcome our first baby girl into the world.
Very early the next morning...December 30th, 2006...she was born.
She was, and still is, all we could have ever dreamed of.
She loves basketball and hunting, reading and farming.
She is the best big sister to Claire & Mattie.
She speaks kind words and encouragement to those around her.
Her smile lights up the room.
She is a leader.
I know I'm hard on her.
I hold her to a very high standard and put a lot of pressure on her to be an example to those around her.
She is harder on herself than I could ever be.
Happy, happy 12th birthday, my dear sweet Harlee-girl.
We cannot imagine our lives without you. ❤️
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