Happy 22nd birthday to our girl Steph! On January 5, 1990 at 10:08 in the morning, and after many great struggles to bring you into the world, you were finally born and you changed our lives forever. You were nine pounds and nine ounces with lots of soft brown hair, stunning blue eyes, and you were perfect in every way. When you were just a couple of hours old I held you and sang "You Are My Sunshine" and you lifted your head and looked into my eyes and I fell in love with you forever. What a choice and sweet angel you were then and have continued to be, and how you have blessed our family over these years! Stephanie, we love you beyond words. Happy birthday, our sweet girl.
"Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that supposed to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing." —Toni Morrison
"A child is a gift straight from heaven." —unknown