Lindsay was born 19 years ago today. She had strawberry blond hair, pale skin, squinty eyes, a cute little cleft chin, and she was adorable. I was beyond smitten - still am, truth be told. She was a healthy baby, average weight and length. By her first birthday she was in the 10 percentile for height and weight and stayed there for most of her childhood. She was a tiny little thing, with charm enough for twelve babies. We used to say she was "working the room" anywhere we went because people were drawn to her, and she would completely charm them within seconds.
As she grew (slowly), she was always my little sensitive girl, the one who hated it when anyone showed any kind of contention. She absolutely adored her two big brothers. She would have done anything for them. When her baby sister came along two months shy of her second birthday, she became my little helper. She was such a good, mellow, happy child that I never had any problems with. She was so little, though, and her sister big for her age (she was in the 90 percentile), that everyone always thought they were twins. Of course I dressed them alike many times, so that probably contributed to the illusion.
I coveted her, I wished for her, I prayed for her, and I got so much more than I had even hoped for. I'm so grateful to God for giving me the gift of my beautiful daughter, Lindsay (who, by the way, is my cover model for Heart on a Chain). Happy birthday, baby!