Today is our 6 year old, Lindsay's birthday. The alarm on my cell phone went off at 3:30 a.m. this morning waking several. Unbeknownst to all, Anne had apparently set my phone alarm to go off to remind us just how early Lindsay was born.
When she was born, I was smitten from the start. She was so sweet with her baby blue eyes, light blond hair and cute button nose. She slept well, she didn't fuss much and she loved to be held and snuggled with her older sisters. Anyone could hold her and she didn't mind. I remember back to the General Manager's Chief Promotion, which was shortly after she was born. A dear friend of ours held her almost the entire party while I took care of the rest of the arrangements.
Her Daddy loves to tell the story of how she was born the night before he was to attend a very important meeting with a 3-star General (he got to miss that meeting of course) and how Momma woke the neighborhood up with all of her screaming. I think he likes this story as much as the story of eating gumbo . . . that post will have to come next week.
We have many nicknames for our sweet girl in the middle: Doodler (her artwork started on the walls), Wigi, Squishy, Winsey; each I think an enduring name to describe her character. She loves playing with her sisters, everything from Barbies, Polly Pockets, house and the most imaginative one of all, prairie girls. She's quiet natured, kind, smart as a tack when I can get her to focus and oh so gentle. I cannot wait to see what the future holds for her.
We all love you very much Lindsay. May your day be special.