My baby girl...that's what this theme brings to my mind.
It was strange becoming a mother because it all happened so quickly. Fall in love, Engagement. Marriage. Move to Guam. Mom's cancer. Move to Chula Vista. Teach kindergarten. Move to Meridian. Pregnancy. And then, miraculously, there she was: my dear little daughter.
Since we didn't know whether to expect a baby boy or a baby girl, a yellowy neutral, but very pretty, nursery awaited her. A cushioned rocking chair rested in the corner of the room while special-order yellow and white striped shades festivelycovered the windows. I was ready.
I held her, a pink wrapped miracle, in my arms as we drove home...no infant car seats at that time. And that's when the love of my life began.
That beautiful mother-daughter love connection has continued over the years. She has enriched my life in so many ways; now she is a mother herself, and I am the delighted grandmother of three darling boys. So the pink has turned to blue. It's so fine. Mmm...hmm.
