My Birthday Angel
My daughter’s birthday
It is my daughter’s birthday today. She is 27 years old. She may think it’s her day of celebration. However, I see it as my day to cherish her birth.
My daughter’s birthday
It is my daughter’s birthday today. She is 27 years old. She may think it’s her day of celebration. However, I see it as my day to cherish her birth.
My pregnancy was a blissful time. It was our oasis in the growing desert of our marriage. Our focus became our baby and we were both grateful for this time of refuge. We thought about our future as parents and communicated happily about our dreams for our child. I was hopeful that this baby would dispel my despondency towards my marriage and that we would be able to create a family that was deeply bonded in love and joy. I knew beyond a doubt that Doug was going to be an amazing father and bestow gifts of love, tenderness and grace upon our newborn child with much more natural ease than myself. Given my lack of self love, there were times when I felt I had to struggle to conjure up the compassion and empathy that came forth so easily from Doug’s spirit.