Laney reached the milestone of showing others how old she is from using just one hand to two. Turning 6 is a significant birthday, in my eyes. Five just seems so young, but six...you're practically over the hill of adolescence.
In Laney's case, she climbed that hill so much faster than Mikelle and Seth. I know in reality that's not true, but in memory for me it is.
When Laney was born, we were in the midst of making an out-of-state move. A move I did not want to make. I was stubborn, close-minded, spoiled and self-centered. I couldn't look past myself to see the blessings that were being unfolded before me...most specifically, the birth of our sweet, little Laney. It was a flaw in my motherhood that I have vowed to never let happen again. You see, Laney was sent to our family, to me, at a time in life when I needed her the most. She was mild mannered and patient as I reluctantly packed boxes. She didn't make a fuss during our long, 2 day migration. She smiled and cooed as I begrudgingly unpacked our afore mentioned boxes. And when I finally snapped out of my self-indulged pity party months later, she was no longer the tiny baby I was holding just moments before. I lost that time. I lost the opportunity of making memories.
But that's the beauty of Laney, she is quick to forgive, quick to smile, quick to laugh, quick to be a friend, and quick to comfort. Heavenly Father knew I needed Laney. He knew I needed her to enter my life at that exact time. He also knew that she needed me. He knew she needed me to help her understand that her belly button can still breath even when covered with clothing. To help her understand that even though fish have holes too (because everything poops) they would not sink. More importantly, He knew she needed me to be her mother. What greater blessing could there be?
Happy, Happy Birthday, Blue Eyes!