Dear Macie Drew,
Before I ever saw you,
I heard you.
Your strong, robust timber of a cry filled that
operating room
And my heart swelled with happiness
And with pride.
The second that I heard that cry I knew about
Your strength.
They brought you to a little sterile table that I
could see over my right shoulder,
(If I turned my head as far as it could go.)
I saw your tiny little body
And it was pink,
As pink as could be.
I watched you struggle with the doctor and the
nurses as they took your vitals
And I just knew about
Your determination.
That cry of yours,
So strong yet distinctly feminine,
Carried on through those minutes of examination.
It came with you as they placed you on my shoulder
for
Our one minute introduction.
I touched your cheek,
I said
"Hello Macie Drew. It's okay, mommy's
here."
And you stopped.
Your little tiny eyes looked right at me,
And you stared at me as I told you,
For the first of many times,
About my love for you.
In that moment I knew that
All would happen as it should.
I felt peace and happiness in a world that
contained you.
I believe you experienced the same.
I nodded to Daddy,
Reaffirming my wish that he accompany you to the
NICU that was
Five floors above my head.
And I knew that he'd protect you,
That he'd tell you of his love for you,
That we'd meet again.
During this year you have taught me so much,
You have inspired so many,
By your persistence.
And that initial love, that initial pride I felt
upon our meeting
Have grown one hundred fold.
In this year you have shown all of us that
You can accomplish any task in front of you,
Even those apparently insurmountable,
And that you will do so
In your own time.
When you decide a thing is to be done,
You just do it all at once.
Dear Macie Drew,
I join millions of other parents in telling their
children
It is a pleasure to watch you grow.
But I admit,
You are unique.
You are special.
And I feel graced by the experience of parenting
you.
On your first,
I reflect back on where you've started and
I feel nothing short of amazed.
I love you,
Forever and no matter what will come.
Happy birthday.
Love,
Mommy




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