Lucky Me...

'february 6, 1979 was a cold snowy night.  I had just tucked my almost-two-year old into her bed; my mother was quietly knitting baby clothes in front of the TV and hubby had taken himself off to play his regular Tuesday-night ice-hockey game.  Subtle twinges in my back, but it was still two weeks before the due-date, so surely no worries.  The evening crept on with quiet routines and soft, night-time darkness taking over the house.  As the snow storm grew in intensity outside, so grew the storm inside my body.  Twinges became grasps and I knew our second child was ready to make her way into this life.  Phone calls to the ice-rink - better get home soon honey and phone calls to the doctor - we are on our way.  A slow and careful drive through sometimes blinding snow, but we arrive safely and by ten o'clock the next day without too much fuss or bother - there she was.  I remember thinking as the last stages of labour came and went, please, please, please, let this one be a girl too.  I hadn't cared the first time, boy or girl, but I so much wanted our eldest daughter to know the joy of growing up with a sister, just as I had.  And in God's infinite wisdom, it was granted.  So much sweetness over the past 34 years with both of our girls.  Happy Birthday Baby Girl, love mumma."JP