Sparrow wanted two things this year for her birthday.. blue painted toenails and a red lollipop. precious doll. she’s brilliant, creative, loves telling stories all day long, loves singing, loves making valid arguments, loves to cackle, oh i could go on and on… having Sparrow 3 years ago was such a rollercoaster, as most first births are. two things really stay clear in my mind…on the night before she was born, the lady who birthed right next to our room didn’t even make it to the bed all the way before her 4th child came rushing out (i literally heard her water burst and splash on the floor), all while i was lying on my bed listening to the fireworks. the second and most precious moment still crystal clear is Sparrow’s eyes when she was tossed into my arms for a brief, but eternal, 2 seconds. they were filled with wonder and curiosity. i’ve written a story on her birth before, now i can’t find it. go figure. it may seem odd to some… but i truthfully didn’t fall in love with Sparrow until she was 1 week old. of course i ‘loved’ her.. she was my offspring. but i wasn’t in love yet. maybe it was the shock of birth. or the shock of a new human. or both. or the fact that sometimes i think i’m a robot. but one thing’s for sure. i remember that exact moment when the Creator softened my strange heart to love my birdie as a mother should. it was like fireworks in my soul. cause baby, you’re a firework.