It figures that she’d come in March.  March, when the earth is mud and the air still smarts and we all want spring.  I guess our Father knew we needed something to celebrate.

This one, who is everyone’s friend, who lives large and sings loud and we all know when she’s home—she came in March.

This one, who is all curls and freckles.  This one who loves dancing and music, who laughs at the table, but still cries when she’s tired—she came in March.


We’ve always called her our quirky one, but indeed how we needed this wisp of serendipity when it was all gray and brown and lifeless.

There are pieces of my heart that hold onto that eight pound gift—remembering how she came to us fast and frantic, and that should have been our first clue.  Joy came in the morning that day.

Fifteen years ago, life stretched out in front of her.   She was all mystery, but all loved.  But now we know her and love her all the more.  How quickly the years have gone and now the wings are getting stronger, stretching, poising to strain for a distant sky.

But my mother’s heart remembers when I was stronger than her–and how she liked to be carried and held.  Outstretched arms and an upturned face were her morning offerings.  My heart still carries her close, and always will, but only One can keep her soul.   May you, my dear daughter, find rest in God alone.

Happy Birthday, to our girl.  We are so glad you came. 


(**hours of hair straightening have yielded a “not quite true” representation, but she is a beauty nonetheless!)


About Julie

A happy wife, a mom on the learning curve, a daughter of the King . . .
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6 Responses to Fifteen

  1. Tammy Davis says:

    I cried when I read this. .. not because of sadness. But because of joy. . . You are a gem. And I thank God to call you friend.

  2. Julie says:

    You are so sweet–and I know how you understand the “mama love!” xo

  3. ginapoet says:

    Fun post! Thank you for sharing. . .

  4. Julie Brisco says:

    Beautiful, Julie! Teary when I read this. Our babies grow so fast. I can’t wait for your first book to come out 🙂

  5. Dixie says:

    We enjoyed our conversation with her last night and playing the “birthday arpeggio” for her. She is very much loved and her middle name is so appropriate!

  6. Valarie says:

    Julie, I read this on the eve of my “baby” turning 21. Will I ever see him as an adult, or will he always be my “baby” — perhaps a combination of both? In the future, I will look at him as a man, (that God selected me to help mold) but today I remember the infancy, so short, so sweet. I didn’t know there could be instant love until March 19, 1992. Thanks for the sentimental trigger to get my mommy heart pumping.

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