Letter on the Fridge to Emily

No Telling

How is it possible? Twenty-two years ago right this minute I was screaming at some unsuspecting night-nurse to BRING ME MY BABY NOW. And she did. You were three hours new and a tiny Snow White blinking up at me. I spent the rest of that night memorizing you. It was the finest night of my life, just you and me and the occasional night-nurse making sure I wasn’t post-partum crazy. I wasn’t.
I spent a lot of time that night wondering about the woman you’d become, and here you are that woman. I’m proud of everything you’ve become and I’m thrilled to see what’s next. I’m a spectator and your biggest fan, gal. Always have been, always will be.
I love you high as the sky, deep as the ocean, as long as a mile. YOU are my sunshine.
Happy Birthday, sweetie.

5 thoughts on “Letter on the Fridge to Emily

  1. Oh my gosh, that’s so beautiful. A “tiny Snow White,” I can picture her.Thanks for posting this–StephPS I can so relate to the memories of being just the two of you at night. I was told I had to send Jackson back to the nursery every night so “I could rest.” Always regretted that, for a ton of reasons. So when I had Will, I made sure he was right beside me. And I will never forget what it felt like, just the two of us, every night, starting our lives together. There’s nothing like it, is there?

  2. I see this is a couple years old, but I'm glad it's still here. Got a lump in my throat when I read it. I remember my first night with my baby girl as well. She slept the night through in her little plastic bassinet, and I stayed awake just to make sure she was breathing. Every once in a while there would be a stretch or a tiny little grunt, and I would smile in the dark to myself. Babies are such a precious, spotless, perfect gift!

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