On this day thirteen years ago, my daughter, Katie, was born. I remember looking out of my hopsital room window that morning holding her in my arms and seeing the red, orange and yellow leaves of the fall, and knowing that the temperature was crisp and cool (this was Kentucky in October...it was probably 60 degrees!). I remember thinking that this beautiful new little person wrapped snuggly in a blanket could not have been born on a more perfect day. I love that both of my kids were born in the fall (my birthday is in the spring, and when it is (finally) spring, I always think that it is also the perfect time to have been born--this is just how conveniently my mind works for me).
I can't believe how quickly these wonderful thirteen years has flown by (and I sure don't feel old enough to have TWO teenages).
photographs to be posted later.