You were born on May 7, 2009. Your dad remembers your birthday as 5-7-9. This day is one of only six dates in this century that has three consecutive odd numbers.
A rare and odd birthday. It’s fitting. You were rare and odd when I first met you. You were born with sparkles in your hair. Yes, I did have drugs when I gave birth to you but hear me out – when the sun hits your hair just right, a single strand has a million colors.
Against all Mexican genetic domination odds, you have your daddy’s blonde hair.
It’s darkened as you’ve gotten older. Most people probably wouldn’t call you a blonde anymore. But I still see the sparkles.
On the eve of this Thanksgiving – I am thankful for you, Kate. You were handed to me by a nurse on May 7, 2009. I couldn’t believe the baby with the sparkles in her hair was mine. I am thankful I am your mom.
And damn you grew up to be funny.
You’re right. I am jealous of May 7. I love you, Kate Audrey.