December 19, 1989. 11:59am. After 24 hours of labor, Jillian was cut out of my body and took her first breath.
Here we are, 19 years later, at exactly 11:59am! No matter where we are, I'm with her at the exact time she was born. Last year she ducked out of her choir class to call me so when the clock struck 11:59 we would at least be on the phone together.
We went to Cafe Rio for lunch, then went to see "Tales of Desperaux." Then she blew out her candles...
This is her present. We couldn't get a good picture, but it's THREE WICKED TICKETS! May 2, 2009 at 2:00pm, us 3 girls will be there! Whoo hoo. Jill has seen it, but Grace and I haven't. Grace has had all the lyrics memorized since she was 3.
I hate to write another sappy long blog entry about another one of my kids. BUT.
She was the only one of our kids whose gender was a surprise. I wanted a girl SOOO badly. Thank goodness my sister is gifted at writing, and had the good sense to write down the events surrounding Jill's birth...apparently the first thing I said when I finally got to hold her was "hello my angel." And then, "Andrew I got my girl!!" She came home from the hospital in a Christmas Stocking!
I don't like to play favorites, but I think every mother has a special place in her heart for her firstborn. I love everything about her, and she's had her dad in the palm of her hand from the first minute he laid eyes on her.
Happy Birthday Jillian!
11 months ago