Sometimes I Forget the Days When it was Just Her

I sat at the dinner table opening the mail from the day. My birthday is approaching and each day this week has brought a new card in the mail — striking more excitement in my near [6]-year-old than in me. I opened the pink envelope, pulled out the birthday card and two gift cards dropped out of the bottom. Excitedly my daughter said, “Where are they to mama, where are they to?” I smiled and said, “one to your favorite place, and one to mommy’s favorite.”

She looked at me, eyes beaming with excited hope as she said, “Mommy can we use your gift card to go to breakfast, just me and you, without daddy and without sissy?”


Stacey Smith
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Stacey is working wife, mother, photographer, and writer. She writes about faith, marriage, and motherhood at her blog Faithfully Failing. Stacey is a cleft and infertility awareness advocate, she hopes through her writing to bring consciousness to the trials of infertility and the challenges of having a cleft child. You can find her writing featured at Her View from Home, Today Parents, the Today Show, For Every Mom, FaithIt and The Knot. She resides in the rolling hills of the south with her husband and daughters.

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