My daughter is 21 years old today!
I became pregnant with her at that age, but I was 22 when she had to be delivered almost 6 weeks premature in order to save both of our lives. Labor was induced, but the whole ordeal lasted a total of 5 days, with me staying on the ICU maternity ward for 24 hour surveillance in case I started to stroke out or have a heart attack due to my sky-high blood pressure.
She’s my little miracle.
I remember the day that this photo was taken, my mom came over for a special photo shoot, which is why we’re both dressed up.
I’m taking her out to dinner and if she wants, I’ll buy her (her first) legal drink. I don’t think that she enjoys alcohol all that much, but you know, tradition and shit.
Happy birthday baby girl, I love you so much.