Happy birthday my sweet girl. 11years old--it seems like yesterday.
I found out I was pregnant with you on new years eve....just days before your daddy found the lump. The lump that would later prove to be metastatic melanoma. I often refer to you as my angel baby....had we not have gotten pregnant right when we did, there may have been no you.
Daddy was very sick the entire time I was pregnant with you. He loved the name Emily. Which worked perfect with me. My first madame alexander doll was named Emily.
We were going to induce labor around daddy's chemo schedule. He did fine until the day you were born. Its like he was waiting to make sure YOU were ok. From that night on he quickly went down hill. He passed away when you were 10 weeks old...but you looked just like him! What a special gift from the Lord. As you grew we saw how much you resembled his favorite relatives....
happy & cheerful
and full of joy!
Seems like you've lived a lifetime already for such a young girl. I can't image "us" without "you". You are the tender soul in a busy house of chatter box girls. You have a forgiving spirit that often times amazes me. You are so loyal. You certainly are the most loyal friend anyone could ask for. You still hug me in public...melts my heart everytime. When you & I go on walks together, you reach out to hold my hand.
I hope you know I am so proud to be your momma.
I am always here for you.
Daddy Gregg looks down from Heaven each day & is full of love for YOU>Happy Birthday angel baby.