The gift of a child
I usually write at night, so what I write is posted on the next day. Because I was writing on the 29 th for the 30 th I forgot that I wanted to post this on my actual child’s birthday. So here it is a day late. Yesterday was a milestone for the Informer, she turned six! Six years ago, I went into labor 26 days early; she just couldn’t wait to make her grand entrance! She has always been a fiery, tough, little imp! She is tiny, petite and has the most beautiful, feminine name. Yet, for the most part she is more of a tom-boy, who looks like pig-pen, much of the time. As much as she likes to dress-up, and be foofy like her sisters, it doesn’t last long at all. A couple minutes after the hair has been done and fancy dresses put on, she is back to her untamed hair, sticking out all over the place, and usually some sort of mix, matched, wild, outfit. She always says what’s on her mind and makes no bones about what she thinks everyone else should be doing. She makes