Last night I got into bed beside you. I hadn’t done it in a long time.

Seeing as it was your last night at 15 it seemed like a special tuck in was in order.

I decided to give you a bed time story about the day you were born.

You were born conveniently during the day, quickly but smoothly, it was all going so well that the nurse went and got an ice pack for your dad’s sore knee while I was making my last push.

Yoo hoo. Over here folks. I am having the baby. And she isn’t small. Almost 9 lbs. Could someone please pay a little attention?

The next thing I remember I was in a wheelchair holding you and looking down at my slippers I had put on the wrong feet. They were pointing east west.  It made me laugh harder than would have seemed appropriate. I might have sounded a little high.

And I was. Two girls? Who gets this lucky? I always wanted a sister so to give you and your sister each other was better than good.

Your sister peeled around the corner chirping like a happy bird about her baby “stister” and she suddenly looked enormous beside you. She kissed you with a big and wet pucker sound.

And we went home in the snow as four and all the world was perfect.

Oh and another thing about you in case I forget to tell you