To my darling blonde haired, blue/green eyed ball of energy. 
6 years ago you made your appearance, although I tease that you looked like Yoda.
Let me explain.
I had been having terrible pains in my pelvis for almost 4 straight weeks. You had pretty much wedged your little head down so low, and must have been mighty comfy, because you didn't move from that position until you entered the world.
The morning of your birth, I was doing laundry. As I was transferring clothing from the washer to the dryer I had a little voice tell me that I needed to go into the hospital.
You weren't due for another 2 weeks but I have learned from 2 previous deliveries, that I don't have much labor time, and the delivery is always fast too. (with no contractions to warn me of the impending arrival)
So I finished putting the clothes in the dryer and called Grandma Kathy.
She was right up the street, so she drove on over and picked me up.
I called your dad at work, and he worked downtown so he said he would meet me at the hospital.
On the way tto the hospital, I told your grandma that I was sure that I was going to be sent home. I wasn't feeling anything unusual, just had the "feeling" to go in.
When I got to the front desk, they asked me if I was in labor and I said,
"well, I'm not sure. I just had a feeling I needed to come in"
The nurses, I remember, looked at me like....."oh, you're one of THOSE"
So I went and changed into a gown, they got me all hooked up. The nurse checked me and I wish I could have taken a picture of her face.
I was dialated to a 5 and the monitors showed I was contracting every 2 minutes....hard labor, which of course I didn't feel. At least not yet.
So, within a couple of hours, you arrived but you were not a pretty sight. Because of the comfy "wedgy" you had given me, your entire face was black and blue. The whites of your eyes were not white at all, but RED.
Everytime a new nurse would come in to check you, they would panic immediately thinking you had quite breathing because of how blue you were.
But to me, even though you looked like Yoda, you were still beautiful. You were my little Emilee that I had dreamed about just a few short months before.
Your dad didn't like the name Emilee but when I woke up one morning telling him that in my dream, that was your name, he couldn't argue anymore.
You have been our happy, busy little Emi-boo. We are so lucky to have you in our family.
I love being your mom. I love reading you bedtime stories, tucking you in and singing your primary songs. I love it even more, because you sing back to me.
I love how loving you are, all on your own.
I love how much you love your sisters.
I love how much you love to learn, and how happy you are to go to Kindergarten.
You are my beautiful ray of sunshine, and a blessing to me. You are a blessing to our whole family.
Happy Birthday sweet Emi! We love you SO MUCH!
