It was 12 years ago today that Julie and I sat waiting and waiting and waiting. Early that morning I woke up to something happening we knew very little about. Julie's water had broken. It was time to go to the hospital. What a trip that was. We had been married 3 years before any prospects of little ones. And boom ... Rebecca was on her way.
We got to the hospital early that morning and waited until late afternoon before our excellent DR, Gil Fisher, said that a c-section would be our best option. We prayed through it, and off we went into the delivery / surgery room. Things went well but Julie had a tough time. I was kicked out of the room for Rebecca's arrival which was not easy. Yet what I remember most was the trip from the recovery room to the baby nursery at the Vidalia hospital. I cried all the way there and couldn't stop crying. Even called my mom, and she thought something was so wrong because I couldn't stop crying. Rebecca was perfect. Julie did very well. Our family had begun.
What a memory of 12 years ago today. Rebecca has grown so much. Growing up too fast for this dad. I have watched her grow and enjoyed every minute of it ... the day we brought her home from the hospital, 3 surgeries beginning at 8 months old, learning to crawl but really just walking on her hands and feet, her first experience at the beach, fast forward, the first day of school, the day I got to baptize her, the first day of middle school this year ... I bypassed lots and lots of memories, but I am so proud of my little girl.
Happy Birthday to our oldest.
Rebecca, I am so proud of you, and I love you very much.