Oh, she was tiny and perfect. She had long black eyelashes, just like her daddy. I prayed for that. I felt silly about it until she was born and then I was just thankful. I'd fallen in love with a cute guy with long black eyelashes and I wanted our children to have that. She had a fuzz of dark hair, two perfect arches of eyebrows, and the prettiest little red lips. She'd been wrapped tightly in a blanket but I'd already counted all the toes and fingers, examined the little arms and legs, the tiny earlobes, the miniature details of a brand new human.
We'd been up all night. It was only five hours of hard labour but man, it was without a doubt the hardest I'd ever worked in my entire life.
Fifteen years later we've got this lovely delightful funny bizarre sensitive graceful klutzy gorgeous affectionate smart silly amazing talented beautiful young person living with us. Every day I marvel that I get to be her mother.
I have a fifteen year old daughter. It happened so fast...