Eight years ago this morning, at 1:09 a.m. I gave birth to a little girl named Melina. You all know this because Tim documented that day, and starting sometime in 2010, I began chronicling some of what she (we) went through on a regular basis. I hope that by now, those of you who only know Melina via cyberspace have an inkling of what she's about.
But like I said last year, it's actually difficult to say what Melina is about and I think of that on a daily basis, not just on her birthday. Because from day to day, what she says and does can vary.
Sometimes, she's writing a story on a Google document. Other times, she's coloring in a notebook. Last night, she was dressed as Tim--complete with baseball cap and plaid shorts--and this afternoon, she jumped on the trampoline like there was no tomorrow. I think of all the times she reads and pretends and looks up historical facts and I wonder how I came to be chosen for this extra special kid.
Sadly, I've been bogged down with so much lately that I'm finding myself pressed for time these days. I don't have the energy to write down what I'd like to for this post and I don't have time to make her birthday cake the way I'd like to. I would like to make her eighth birthday her best yet, and I'm not really sure I will.
But here's the thing. It won't matter that this post is short or that the cake is a bit off from what I envision. For Melina finds happiness and joy in just about anything. ANYTHING. So this birthday celebration of hers--regardless of what we do or what we eat--will be epic in her mind.
I don't know about you, but I think Melina's pretty epic.