On the eve of my start as a mother, I am dedicating this post to my eldest daughter, Jordan. Nine years ago right now, it was Friday afternoon and I was packing to go to a weekend conference with my husband about four hours from home. Our first child was due on Monday, I'd seen the doctor that afternoon and was given the green light to leave town, and I packed and loaded everything into the car. About 7 p.m., all was well and I headed out to get into the car. One leg into the car, my water broke. Twelve long hours later (and really I'm not complaining, and it wasn't much of a labor story compared to many others), my beautiful daughter Jordan Elizabeth was born.
Jordan will turn nine years old tomorrow. She is smart as a whip, she has a kind heart, she is funny, and while she knows how to push every button I have, she is a joy to have around. I feel some anxiety about being able to help give her the tools to create a satisfying life for herself, but I mostly am excited to see what the future brings my sweet girl.
Enjoy your last day of being eight, kiddo! I love you to the universe and back again. Mama