Today is my baby girl's 17th birthday and she started the day with fever and sore throat. So a trip to the walk in clinic, negative strept test, and a big nap and she will be good to go to her fave sushi restaurant Wild Ginger tonight. This child entered the world in the most difficult way possible. The day started as a routine induction and 16 hours later, 5 epidurals (don't ask), general anesthesia, and a c-section produced the most beautiful baby that looked like a peach. Emily Ann always hated her hair because everyone wanted to touch her large amount of strawberry blonde ringlets and she wanted stick straight hair. To this day she is a slave to the flat iron and curses her genes. She is smart, quick witted, kind and doesn't tolerate people being cruel to others. She stands up for the kid that is different or maybe underprivileged and makes them feel like they belong. She never got caught up in clothing labels or wanting to feel trendy...she likes what she likes and screw everybody else. I'm so proud of her and the thought of her leaving next fall makes me want to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head. Happy Birthday Madame Em...Mommy loves you!