Wild Child
Today is Serena Marie Beverly's Birthday. She has officially made it to 14 and daddy and I say, "Thank you, Jesus!" I think I should have known when I was pregnant with her and she would kick me with a fierceness that the others had lacked and when she was born at 10 lbs. 4 oz. and I felt like I had been dragged by a team of mules and then run over by a Mack truck that our name for her was gonna have to be prophetic.
Serena=calm
My lactose intolerant, cholicky baby who never wanted my snuggles or my lullabies. My 90 miles an hour, seat of my pants, if you say I can't I'm gonna see how far I can, kid. My father in law saw it when she was a toddler and told me she was going to be a whirlwind and my job was gonna be to corral all that energy. Almost everyday I feel I'm losing that one.
She is our warrior child. She has been fighting since before she was born to stay in the battle. Challenging as she is I wouldn't trade her for all that she has brought to us and still has to give. Every life needs a little bit of wildness to keep it interesting. Bring it on!
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