Happy Birthday, Holland!!

Let's take a stroll down memory lane, shall we? It was on this day, 9 years ago, that my mom, Scott, and I waited anxiously for this little miracle to take her first breath. There were a few tense moments, but then came a collective sigh of relief when we heard that very first cry. What a blessed day that was. It was a day that already had special meaning because it had been my Grandma Skelton's birthday. Even though she never had a chance to meet Holland, her spirit lives on in her. She's been gone for quite a while now, but every January 24th is a day of remembrance and reflection for me. Even though they are separated by 3 generations, Mamaw Skelton and Holland are forever connected by this day. To God, I am forever grateful for that.

Holland - You are pure sunshine and joy. How lucky am I that out of all of the millions of people in the world, God chose to give you to me. I'm the first one that gets to see your bright and shining face every morning and the last one to hear your sweet voice say, "I love you" each night. You are wonderfully made. God took all that is right and pure and lovely in this world and made you. I don't let a single day pass without telling Him "Thank you" for the gift of your life. The very thought of you makes me smile, and to be with you is true happiness. I cherish all of the memories from the past 9 years and look forward with excitement to the ones that are yet to be made. I love you.