Flashback to five years ago.
Cutting through the silence of a room loud with electronic noises, the doctor says "And, here is your daughter".
With those words my life changed forever.
That life in which I had resigned myself to never knowing how it felt to have a daughter, to always feel the twinge of pain as I passed the little girl section, to skip over the barbie isle on my way to Legos, to never being the mother of the bride, or having that mother/daughter bond, was gone in five little words.
Replaced by you.
You, my dear, are everything I envisioned in a daughter and so much more.
Let me share a little about my Hannah Banana.
The barbies? Oh yeah. Check, check.
She is the girlyist, girl ever to grace a pink purse and plastic shoes.
She is also, full of courage. She has the bravery of a soldier headed to battle.
She has fire and spunk. Out of all the boys in this house, she is the adrenaline junky. The girl has the need for speed!
She has the innate knowledge that she is worth it. This girl will not take crap from anyone.
Even though, she is my perfect princess, she is no damsel in distress. She exudes strength, she has power coming out of her pores.
She is smart and beautiful and even in the face of cancer, she is full of life.
Happy Birthday, Hannah. I love you, baby girl.
Hannah, rocking the outfit Uncle Bret, Aunt Amanda, Claire, Marcus, Ava, and Brady got for her bday.