Thirteen years ago today, our oldest daughter was born.
We now have a teenager in the house.
It feels like December 30th, 2006 was yesterday.
I was in my first teaching job. I ended up on bed rest for blood pressure issues. On December 29th, I had taken my blood pressure and it was high. I tried all the home remedies to get it to come down, but it wouldn't work. The doctor suggested I come in and soon after that, we were headed to the hospital to be induced. By 1:00 the next morning, she was here.
She used to wear athletic shorts and a tank top when at all possible. She's growing up now though and chooses a dress or skirt often. She still prefers to be working out or playing basketball, hunting or throwing a softball around.
Harlee is the best big sister. She and the other girls have their "sibling moments", but she wants peace and happiness for them both more than anything else.
She is a great cousin and a good friend. She is mature beyond her years in many ways.
Harlee loves Jesus and loves others.
I'm having a hard time believing that our little freckled-face firstborn is 13, but we're trying to enjoy every second we have her in the house.
There are hard days and there are wonderful days.
As I read yesterday -- the best part of parenting is watching your children grow up...and the hardest part of parenting is watching your children grow up.
I thank God for my Harlee-girl and pray that His Will is done through her.
Reminiscing at the farmhouse this morning,