In October 1990, my first daughter was born. I wrote her story for the first time, today. A birthday gift for her and for myself. Probably needs some tweaking, but it’s there. Cassie, the first birth.
I shared the story with a few friends. One said the birth sounded like it was from the 50′s and not the 90′s. It felt that way too. But in the end, a beautiful, curly, dark haired, blue eyed little baby girl, just as perfect as could be, was cradled in my arms. And that was all that mattered.
