Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow
I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called "Yellow"
So, then, I took my turn What a thing to've done And it was all yellow
Your skin Oh, yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know You know I love you so You know I love you so
I swam across I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow
I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh, what a thing to do And it was all yellow
And your skin Oh, yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful And you know For you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry
It's true Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do
Today is the anniversary of the best day of my life. Twelve years ago today at 11:30 a.m. marks the day destiny, and a selfless act made me a mom. My Bean turns twelve today, and I love today. I love celebrating today. I especially love celebrating her. We were blessed to meet Jordan's birth mom on December 9th, 2008, and we were given the greatest gift of all on January 7th, 2009. It was a day filled with blessings, love, fear, and gratitude. I will be forever grateful for the gift of being chosen to be this amazing child's mom.
On this day, twelve years ago, I stood by the bedside of the woman who would bring my child into this world. I witnessed her struggle, pain, anxiety, need, and fear. It was beautifully frightening, wonderfully fearful, and the most courageous act I have witnessed. I have never felt so insignificant and helpless in all my life. There were times when she begged for more pain medicine, and it could not be dispensed; all I could do was go to a quiet corner of the room and cry. I was asked to bear witness to her labor, and she was caring enough to allow Eric in for what he calls the grand finally or the delivery. It was I who held our precious gift for her first breath. It was I who made the first cut of her umbilical cord. It was her dad who made the final cut and is now blamed for her outie belly button.
It was my neck she nestled into. My arms held her for 14-18 hours a day as she struggled her first few months of life. It was my voice that brought her comfort, although the only lullaby I knew to sing to her was Coldplay's Yellow...and sung very off-key, how we paced the floors when she didn't feel well and rocked in time to Mozart, Bach, and Chopin. I played classical music for her all the time. I attribute her amazing intelligence to this. I have dedicated my life to her safety and well-being, and I have never taken a promise more seriously. I have enjoyed every stage of her beautiful, amazing life.
We will spend today celebrating our daughter. We will reminisce about her birth story, laugh over her adorable moments, cry for her struggle, long for times past, and smile over her very bright future and all she is meant to become. Twelve years later, the stars still shine for her and everything she'll do. She still colors my world yellow.
Today, dear reader, look for the "yellow" in your life. Stay safe, stay smart, and wash your hands.