Sixteen Christmas mornings ago, a beautiful newborn salved the bitterness of two miscarriages with only the reality of her perfect self in my arms. She came home in a large Christmas stocking and hat, on the merriest Christmas ever:
Today, we celebrated sixteen years together. Happy Birthday, Missy May!
Uncle John said,
December 26, 2008 at 7:32 am
Happy Birthday Necia!
Karen said,
January 1, 2009 at 9:56 am
She is a beautiful girl. (just like her mother)