Teaghan is the only baby I ever wanted.
That sounds terrible. I know. But let me explain.
Having had nearly 6 children now, both Paco and I have found ourselves "surprised" with 5 of the 6 pregnancies. Five separate times we've cried when taking a pregnancy test, or been anxious over how we would handle the journey ahead.
Not so with Teaghan.
Many people assume we are idiots when it comes to "making babies". The first time around, I could possibly agree, saying we definitely consented without any type of "plan" in place. But every other time, we've made attempts at not getting pregnant. And every time, our attempts have failed. In our favor, I might add. Because every single time we find ourselves overjoyed with a new baby....eventually. And sometimes the eventually comes much later than other times.
But with Teaghan, things were different. We both agreed. We both longed for another one. We both prayed and hoped and tried everything we knew, to have her. And up until her arrival, she was easy.
We got pregnant the first time we thought about it. We had a super easy pregnancy with her- (of all the kids, though still nauseated, I never actually threw up with her!) Her delivery was a walk in the park. It's true- just ask my friend Megan who swears I ordered pizza through the whole thing.
(Ok maybe not that easy, but less than 3 hours, hardly painful, and no interventions at all in a HOSPITAL which is a very VERY big deal.)
Since then, she's proven to be the most difficult.
She's the most passionate and self-aware 5 year old I've ever met.
She sounds like a 16 year old when getting dressed: "These pants feel weird, do they look weird because I feel weird and like everyone will see how weird they are!?!"
I laugh and cringe all at the same time.
She loves to brush her hair.
She loves to wear jewelry.
She loves to put on lotion and shoes and lipgloss and to polish her nails.
She is a diva.
She will sing you a solo and you had BETTER applaud or she will make you give a standing ovation and ask for more.
She loves her Bible and the color purple.
She loves to worship. She sings new songs out of somewhere dug down deep that I can't see or comprehend- but it's a skill I'm so very thankful she has learned. Most adults can't sing from their soul, and this girl could teach me a thing or two any day of the week.
She will pray for you- and make you weep when you hear her sweet spirit beckoning the Spirit to move. Gah. I'm crying now as I write this thinking of her prayers the last few nights over me:
"God would you heal my mom so she's now sick anymore. Would you make our new baby strong so we can bring it home with us this time. God we are thankful for everything you give us. Help us be grateful for everything we have..."
My heart melts when she lays hands on her brother or sister to pray for them. And my heart breaks when she punches them in the next breath because she's full of angry fury.
She's a real-life sour patch kid, and she will woo you with her pretty green eyes set in deep olive skin, and steal your lunch money all in the same swift motion.
She is beautiful. Something about her draws compliments from across aisle-ways and counters everywhere. She is incredibly polite, and will pull manners from inside of invisible sleeves. She is also quite blunt. If she waves hello, and you don't say hello back, even a complete stranger, she will call you out in public, and comment on how "rude" you're being to her.
She is 5 today. And she will never again be 4.
I had to let that sink in for a minute.
Happiest of birthday wishes to my sweet Teaghan girl, Teaghan Aracelli, whose eyes shine like diamonds, and whose hugs make the world go away. I love you to the moon and back, with purple sparkles and unicorns for days, girlfriend!