No. I refuse to allow my beautiful daughter to turn 13. Nope. Not gonna happen. No way. Nu-huh. Fu' getta 'bout it.
My amazing Hayley officially turned 13 at 3:59 am this morning, Nov. 12.
I just can't believe it. Wasn't it just last year that she popped out (ha!) after a grueling 35 hours of labor and 2.5 hours of pushing? As the doctor caught my red, cone-headed baby, she (Hayley, not the doctor) screamed so loud that everyone standing in the delivery room literally took an instinctive step backward. And when Scott cut the cord, "juice" squirted all over the doctor's face and glasses. She was... umm... Not. Pleased.
I wanted to put in a few photos of my Hayley through the years. I just couldn't decide which ones! So here are a few and then one taken just last week. (That one's an iPhone pic, so sorry about the quality. You get the idea, though. She's gorgeous.)
And now my Hayley-girl has surpassed me in height by 2 inches. She's tall and gorgeous and talented and intelligent and I am so incredibly proud of her.