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One year had passed by,
Now yet another has too.
Still awestruck by you. 
I originally wrote this on Felcity's 1st birthday. Now with her 2nd birthday looming, I'm sharing this on the blog. My fierce little woman--cannot believe you are turning 2!

It is truly unbelievable that one year ago at this moment, I was cradling my 2 hours old daughter to my chest. A sweet baby girl that I had prayed for and dreamed of. And who so delicately yet powerfully fulfilled the desires of my heart that I didn’t even know were residing there.

When I laid eyes on my daughter I realized something: There is a palpable connection in becoming a mother to a daughter, for this is the only mother-child relationship I have ever personally known, but from the other perspective. I am a daughter of a mother.

And now, I am a daughter who has a daughter.

The powerful rush of ancestry tying each woman before me suddenly felt incredibly empowering yet incredibly heavy. It was my job to nurture this delicate little bud into a bright, strong and vivaciously blooming rose.

What an incredible gift. What incredible pressure.

Felicity, on your first birthday, you should know how deeply loved and cherished you are. Not just by your mommy, but by the long line of mommies before us, who all started as daughters, and who are living still in the very blood pulsing through your powerful little heart.

You are all of us, our continuation and our new beginning. We are always with you. Shine bright for all the world to see!

Happy 1st Birthday, Felicity Jayne!

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