Tuesday, May 2, 2006
Happy Birthday, Charlotte
On the day you were born you looked so worried and wise, like you had lived this life before and weren't sure you were happy you had to do it again. I also think that is why you gave me four hours of labour every night for a week before you finally decided it was ok to come out and join us.
Your brother tried to help as best he could, in his two-year old way.
You and your brother have taught each other a lot this past year. He taught you to crawl so you could keep up to him, you taught him how to make new sounds so you could talk to each other.
It doesn't seem like that long ago that you were a tiny, helpless newborn, only wanting to be held and cuddled.