Seventeen years ago this morning a red head entered the world. That in itself is not a particularly unusual event but this red head would change my life forever. My third child was born.
With the cord wrapped around her neck the doctors prepared to perform a C-section but in Emily style she decided to do it her way and came out in such a flurry the doctors almost weren’t ready. Her petite fingers and toes, her tuft of red hair, her sweet green eyes. I was in love.
She had a very different demeanor than her siblings. They were very outgoing and loud, but this little girl with the red hair was very quiet. So quiet it concerned extended family. But inside that little mind, the wheels were always turning. She was the little girl to watch because she was so quiet, an entire mural could be drawn down the hallway and I’d be none the wiser until I came upon it later. The dog has worn mohawks and tie dyed hair. She cut her own bangs for ten years. She still does, but now her hair styling is beautiful and she knows what she is doing after all that practice!
In preschool she hated the song, “Ants in My Pants” which they sang daily. She would lament to us in the car all the way home. We would try not to giggle. She adored(s) her sister and brother and would do anything to make them happy, which of course has gotten those kids into a fair amount of mischief in the past years but it is a joy to see them as young adults reliving their fun childhood moments and speaking as adults to each other about college, life plans, life partners, and children.
Growing up, from the time she was very little, she has been a daddy’s girl. Her email address was daddy’s girl Emily for a long time! She could play airplane for hours, him swooshing her around or lifting her from a recliner with his leg, or leaning her backwards and back up, she breathless from laughter. He worked with her in baseball and in track. She loved his smoothly shaven face and would demand to pet it before he left for work.
She has always been a character. She would pile toys in her backpack to take to school only to have them taken away but would replace them with more the following day. She had a shy smile, and an uproariously gritty smile to show her intense joy. The same smile I see in the other red head that changed my life, her daughter, Maryjane. (below)
She has made our life laced with laughter and adventure. Our life has been so much better with that sweet, marvelous Miss Mims.
So, a wish goes out to my dear Emily Lynn, Mims, as we have always called her. May your days be rich with laughter, paved with good memories, and filled with life, love, and a farm! Mama loves you!