Newborn Christy and crocuses
I had wanted you so much and waited for you, and forty years ago on March 13th, you finally arrived, bringing with you the thrill and joy of my firstborn, my special baby girl. The previous fall, I'd planted crocuses, thinking to myself these little flowers will be up and blooming before our baby is born. You were due on March 2nd, and the crocuses were due about the same time, I thought. But March 2nd came and went ... no baby and no crocuses. Instead, we had a 13-inch snowfall that March 2nd, and with the frozen road conditions, we were very happy you decided to wait a while. Eleven days later, you were born, sending your mom over the moon! The day we brought you home, as if in celebration of your birth, the crocuses were up and blooming! There seemed to be a connection between you and these beautiful early spring flowers -- to this day you love them, and to this day I think of you whenever I see crocuses blooming.
First day of first grade
So again it is spring, and for the 40th time I have had the pleasure of sharing with you the beauties of this season and the time of your birth. The crocuses are blooming, and so are you! What a gift for me to see you in your adulthood, realizing who you are more and more each day. I acknowledge and respect your sensitivity to plants, animals, and humanity, and your deep sense of loyalty. I celebrate your love of music, birdsong, laughter, old friends, good books, and delicious food. I am so grateful for your wisdom (often communicated through your wry humor), which has helped me on many a needful occasion, and for our continuing-to-grow mother-daughter friendship. Happy Birthday to my firstborn, my beautiful daughter!
Your beloved Aunt Bobbie helped celebrate your 40th 
And so did Mike and I 
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