Twenty-nine years ago today, I didn't know what being a mother was like.
But one day changed all that, as Earl and I drove an hour in the dark early morning to the hospital, and Grace was born at 12:30 p.m. Our little bundle of joy was a whopping 8 pounds, 8 ounces (maybe I shouldn't have married a giant) and she turned us into parents.
She's a great first child, holding us to our promises, living up to our dreams. It's been a joy to watch her grow up and fly away.
Raising Grace has been a joy from the moment that we overdressed her in a onesie on that sweltering January day in Florida, to watching her leave us behind in France while she moved to Dublin.