The latter seems appropriate on this, the eve of K---'s twelfth birthday. Though she and her brother are not my life (no, G----, not you, either), they have enriched my life such that a life without them would have been a pale thing.
Twelve years ago and eight hours from now, my daughter was born after 52 hours of wakefulness, labor and childbirth. We fell asleep around 7:00 a.m. An hour after that, I woke up because I was so excited she was here. Every day, I am still excited - excited to see who she will be today, and grateful to be a part of her unfolding.
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