When she was born on Christmas night, I remember the doctor and the anesthesiologist both making comments about her having a Christmas birthday. From that moment on, the mama in me vowed no matter how busy the Christmas season is, we would make sure her birthday was celebrated. That her special day was never forgotten.

This year, we decided to keep our celebration for her simple. We would just have family over and enjoy a cake together. My husband and I both come from families with four siblings. As I looked around the house tonight my heart overflowed. Cousins were everywhere. 17 cousins were all together. Aunts. Uncles. Grandparents. Family filled all of our spaces. 

With every year that passes, I cherish these memories more and more. Generations together. Sharing old memories and making new ones. She may not remember this night years from now, but I know I will forever.