RM is two years old today.

Three years ago I thought my family was complete. I had two great boys who kept me busy all the time. We were done with diapers and child-proofing and moving into teen angst and a whole different sort of boundary testing. We had settled into a routine, had come to terms with Autism and Bi-Polar, made a plan and were doing pretty well. We thought it was all complete and good and set.

At the time we had no idea that the sunshine was missing. We didn’t realize there was a piece not settled in to place yet. Thank goodness that fate and miracles came along with this beautiful surprise to set us straight on the matter.

SW tells me, “I can be sad, and look at her, and I’m happy again.” TR teaches her high fives and knuckle handshakes and looks for her to give him a hug the minute he gets home from school. She has completed us as a family and brought joy in ways we never imagined.

I suffer from the sleepless nights, being not as young as I once was. I’m overwhelmed with laundry and frustrated with stepping on baby toys all the time. I’m a little frightened at the thought of having a teenage daughter when I’m in my 50’s. But I absolutely would not have it any other way.

Happy Birthday, precious daughter of mine!