baby Girl makes four...
I have wonderful
memories of Laurie Beth
me as I remember....
arrived on a cold November day.
a c- section baby so the birthday had
far in advance. I remember being in the
room, strapped to the table, under the influence
sleep" and the nurses singing .."We are going to have a baby". Seriously...they
and heard them say I had a girl!!
and blue eyed blonde that had the
(and at the same time) the most mischievous
had ever seen.
in a swinging cradle that her Uncle John had
for his own girls. The soft swaying would
send her to dream land.
to twirl and dance. She was enrolled
Beauties" when she was 3 and we bought
smallest twirling baton we could find.
remember swinging till
in Daddy's homemade swing 'til
her in for a bath and jammies.
the cowardly lion in the recital...we
a white leotard, made felt lion ears, a tail of
wire hidden to make it "sway" and crimped her
a huge lion mane...(we called her the 'QueenLion' because she wanted
the part of Dorothy so badly she was indignant with the role she was given...*S*)
to kindergarten...Ms nancy was her
glasses (little pink ones) that year and she
to the zoo, we boarded the real live train
nearest train depot and rode it all the way to
first grade...and went to the Jackson symphony!
tired of her swinging and began to jump
trampoline every day after school.
the day that she and Cary boarded the big school
I was video taping ..I had to quit taping I was crying so hard. The
girls laugh about it today.
the first T-ball game...Laurie sat in the outfield
in the opposite direction uncaring of where the ball landed.
grade graduation....the class sang 'Circle of Life'
among us". I can not stop the chills when I hear those songs.
I have been
through countless Cheerleader camps,
games and class parties.
them win BIG time in Junior high....the
in basketball that year...we beat the
that those who had gone before had failed to beat
was killed in 1999. Her grief seemed endless.
to go to on the Senior trip next year...she wants to live in the dorm...and
she speaks of leaving home.
Can I bear
it...my last baby??