Rosie was the only half-planned pregnancy. We were going to start trying back in January of 2003, but I figured the first time we "tried" was safe--that I wasn't ovulating. Less than a week later, I knew I was pregnant--I know that's weird to know within a week- but I did with all three of my pregnancies--the morning sickness was almost instantaneous. We had her name planned years before she was born, naming her after her grandmother and great grandmother, Elizabeth, their middle names, and Rose--she was Rosie from the get-go.
She won't answer questions she doesn't want to or doesn't understand. She won't ask for help, either, or explain what her confusion is.
She is an artist and draws beautiful pictures, looking on her iphone at the image and diligently reproducing it.
Lining up her counting bears remains a favorite, calming activity.
She loves her sister, often snuggling into her, trying to be one.
The last nine years have passed by in the blink of an eye. I could have never imagined them, the adventures, the challenges, the wonders we would experience in being Rosie's parents. She amazes me and makes my heart overflow (yes, Lily, so do you and Bobby, too). Rick and I are delighted each day with her heart, her humor, her honesty. We are impressed by her willingness to try new things, to work harder, and her continuing dislike of showers. She has not made parenting an easy task, but the effort we put in to being her parents, her advocates, her supporters is worth it. She makes us better people and happier people, too.
Happy birthday, Rosie.