17 years ago today, I was waking up (about now, in fact) and realizing that "Oh holy shit, the baby is coming." Seeing as how I was several days overdue, that made me happy. Because, you know, I was kind of done feeling like I'd be pregnant forever. I wanted to see my feet again. I'd missed them.
16 hours later (and no drugs) my life changed forever in the best possible way.
Happy 17th birthday, baby girl.
You're just as beautiful today as you were the day you were born. But more verbal. And you have more hair.
I love you more than words can say.