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A Scenic Drive

You know me…I always have my camera with me…ready to photograph whatever strikes my fancy.

Such was the case today as I drove to Rooster’s last high school soccer game for the season.

I am very fortunate to live within 15 minutes of the beach.  There are lots of waterways that require travel across bridges.  The view from the bridges is to die for.

I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures…never removing my eyes from the road.  I just started clicking, hoping that some of them would come out okay.

Excuse the dirty windshield

Excuse the dirty windshield

Random Man

Random Man

I love the sand dunes!

I love the sand dunes!

I also wanted to pat myself on the back.  The drive was an hour and a half…during which I passed not one, but two yarn stores!  Did I stop?  No way, Jose.  Of course, had I not just been to that fabulous store in New Orleans, I might have been tempted.

Happy Birthday Soccer Chick!

17 years ago today, I gave birth to my first child.  I was a terrified 21 (nearly 22) year-old who didn’t have a clue what I was getting myself into.  It’s probably a good thing as parenting comes with many challenges.  But the joys far outweigh them.

Holding Soccer Chick for the first time made all of the healthy eating (i.e. “Would you like some peas with that pizza?”) and bedrest worth it.

When you’re pregnant with your first child, you have no idea the impact the birth will have on your life.  Nobody can adequately describe the rush of love that enters your heart at the moment you see that baby for the first time.

All of the months of imagining what they will look like and what it will feel like to hold them for the first time come to a head in one surreal moment.

For me, it was an awe that God would entrust me with so precious a gift.

I’ve been far from the perfect mom over the last 17 years.  She’s my first, and I’ve made the typical mistakes that first-born children later get counseling for (just kidding…sort-of).

Soccer Chick, although I won’t be buying you diamonds like last year, and no, you’re not getting a car, what I will give you, and that you’ll appreciate later, is my love and my admiration.  You are growing up to be a fine young lady.  People frequently comment on how mature and lovely you are…on the inside and out.

I am humbled to be your mom.