I can hardly believe it, but my baby girl is 25 years old today.
Wowzers, how the heck did that happen?
It seems just a couple of years ago she came into this world, screaming and wailing.
She made her entrance absolutely beet red with a shock of black hair and a quirky white streak in the back of her head.
My alien baby.
She was petite, just 6 lbs 15 oz. Tiny compared to her older sister, that is, who was 8 lbs 14 oz at birth.
This new, tiny baby kept me up all night, every night, for the first 6 months of her life. Which was quite the struggle, since her older and very energetic sister was up at 6 every morning, raring to go!
After the first six months, she mellowed into a sweet, quiet baby and child.
Now, at the age of 25, she's an amazing woman, and I'm so proud of her.
I have the most wonderful daughters, and I'm so blessed. They make me crazy at times but I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world!
Happy Birthday, sweet Shannon.
Mommy loves you!