I sit here tonight, after a ridiculously long day at work (another story) and am amazed that my baby turns 30 tomorrow. This sweet child of mine has been a rewarding puzzle since the day we found out we were going to have a third child. feisty and moody, compassionate and fiercely independent, scared of the dark and protective of all she loves.
Third child in a series of amazing beings couldn’t have been easy. Val chose to stand out in her own way. Athletic, defiant, demanding and giving.
College found her attacked from all angles. people she trusted wounded her — and in her desire to please, she wilted, almost disappeared. 2 months before graduation, she broke, she welded and she chose life.
and it has been a whirlwind ever since. backslides and triumphs, babies and careers, vacations and long bad trips.
and she survives. She thrives. She kicks dust in the face of the naysayers and thumbs her nose at the past. She remembers, oh she remembers, but she moves forward, always forward….she is my wild child, my punk, my butter, my Valerie. I love her more than life, I will protect and defend her against anyone, anyone who dares to try to hurt my child again. Happy Birthday punk,, my sweet sweet child, I love you.