Today is Sunny’s fifth birthday.
If her big sister is a gift—and she is—then this kid is my miracle. In 2002, I had health issues and a hinky hypothalamus and while we were trying to have a second child, there wasn’t any guarantee.
And then I started having some of the symptoms on my red-flag list and called my endocrinologist, who suggested I take a pregnancy test before I started panicking.
I did . . . and the rest is family history, including a chapter on a special little kid who decided to celebrate her entrance in this world by playing an early April Fool’s joke on her mother.
She’s sunshine and cloud cover and bounce—and has amazing taste in jammies, hats, and mismatched socks.
Happy Birthday, curlygirl. Keep on stylin’.
I love you.