“So when’s your due date?”
“Believe it or not, December 25. Christmas Day.”
“Oh my, so you’re having a Noel baby?”
And in that 30 second conversation with a department store clerk, we unexpectedly finalized our daughter’s legal name while finishing up a little Christmas shopping.
Anna Noel Cooper.
But our little bun didn’t stay in the oven all the way to Christmas Day (our OBGYN didn’t want to chance working the Holiday, so she scheduled her induction for 12/12…true story).
So a decade ago this morning, even as our country was still reeling under the shadow of evil that brought down the Twin Towers, our little Noel baby burst onto the scene with new beauty, fervor, and life.
(Seriously, she came so quickly the doctor nearly didn’t make it to the hospital for the delivery).
What a gift from God. To us. To the world.
And somehow today she’s 10…going on Supermodel.
Honestly, I didn’t know how I’d love Anna as much as her older sister. After all, Emma and I had a 3 year head start. But thankfully, love isn’t like spreading preserves on a piece of toast. It doesn’t get thinner as it stretches. You don’t have to ration it. It grows. Exponentially expands. Buries us beneath its never ending tidal wave.
The more love we give, the more love we have to give. Such a beautiful mystery.
(Good news for her baby brother, too).
Today, we celebrate Anna Noel. Our favorite youngest daughter has officially reached double digits. Quite a milestone.
All my love baby girl. Your life makes life so much sweeter.