So, what is this?
I, who barely post once a week most weeks, am putting up my third post in that many days.
Well, not so much, really.
Today is my daughter Katey’s birthday.
She always has caused me to reach beyond my limits.
There was a time when I thought I wanted four children. When I was still in high school, I clipped a photo of four little blondes in robin’s egg blue footed pajamas posing along a bannister. I stuck it in my journal and imagined that would be my house, my family, my bannister.
That was before I experienced pregnancy and childbirth.
Then I wound it down; one child was a nice little family.
Until I got pregnant again.
And realized that was just right.
I worried that I couldn’t possibly love a second child as much as I loved the first.
Until Kate was born.
Then I realized the capacity for loving grows with the number of beings to receive it.
I thought children would grow and develop personalities based solely on what they were exposed to.
Yet I’ve watched each of my daughters grow up with their own distinct personalities, separate from me, separate from their father, and different from each other.
Happy Birthday, Katey!