Picked up my Missouri girls from the airport today,
and since Blue Springs was just a short distance off of I-95,
we decided to take a detour.
And the three of us agreed... it was one worth taking.
First we were greeted by this....
Michelle is sticking by her story that it's a 10 footer.
(but really about 8,
which is 7' bigger than I prefer to see without some type
of barrier between me and it!)
I have to admit though, it was pretty awesome seeing
this gator just glide through the water, legs tucked back
with just a small swish of the tail propelling it forward.
My photographer girl was having fun with her zoom...
in between keeping an eye out for more florida wildlife...
in hopes of seeing this!
A sweet little adolescent sea-cow.
She meandered over our way and came up for a breath
Born February 6th, even though your due date was the 3rd. I think I was the only pregnant woman in history who didn’t want to deliver early. You see, the New York Cosmos were playing the Tampa Bay Rowdies on the 3rd, and I so did not want to miss THAT game! So your accommodating nature was already established in the womb… You waited.
I’ll never forget the look on the face of the woman next to me at that game when she asked me when I was due. When I said the word “today”, she looked panic stricken. I don’t think she wanted me cheering so enthusiastically, and she kept a wary eye on me for the rest of the game.
You entered the world easily and peacefully. Born at night (Rachel Dawn/Born at Night) in a country~blue bedroom with white trim on Burlington Av. in St. Petersburg with special people in the room awaiting your arrival and each with their contribution to the occasion. Your dad, of course, Yuriko with her soothing ways, Anita and Elsie, the midwives, Jim Holehouse with his expertise, and Cathy Mahoney for extra encouragement.
One of my favorite memories of your delivery was seeing the shadows of your sisters through the gap at the bottom of the bedroom door. They were crouched there in anticipation, waiting to hear the news of your arrival. One of my favorite all-time pictures is the one taken of them holding you on the first meeting. Priceless!
We had a fish tank in the bedroom, and I remember how soothing the sound of the water was during the time of labor. This may be ironic…..are you the one a few years later who threw the hairbrush that punctured the glass that sent 10 gallons of water and guppies to the floor ?!?
We named you Rachel Dawn. “Rachel” for “little lamb”, something that is small and precious.
Now for your middle name. I know you were never a fan of “Dawn”, but you overlook the meaning….
"the beginning; advent (coming into being; arrival)”
Let’s not forget the visual to go along with that name... the rising of the sun, the start of a new day. Think of any sunrise we’ve experienced at Crescent Beach. Always with a sense of awe……the same goes for you.
You were an awesome baby, Rachel, with your wild out-of-control hair and contagious smile! And you have grown into an awesome woman! You are a bright dawn in the lives of those around you. And I for one want to bask in those "rae's".
They enrich my life!
Know that you bring much delight to our lives and continue to do so with each passing day. Your wit provokes laughter, your spontaneity brings excitement, and the world, our world, is so much better because of you! You are God's gift, a special treasure!