5:57PM, April 20th, 1999 - the first time I heard Chicken Nugget cry. I was so happy to hear that cry. And she's been one of my best friends ever since the nurse at the hospital first handed her to me. I remember holding her in the hospital room, all alone, just she and I. Tears were streaming down my face as I was kissing her over and over again, telling her how much I loved her, thinking, "She's mine . . ."
And then I've had to learn the hard lesson over and over again - she's not really mine. She's a gift, and I try so hard to be very careful with her, to raise her in a way that would honor the One who gave her to me.
And I've had to swallow hard as I've watched the years passed. Another one passed just Friday. She turned eight years old.
I love that little Chicken Nugget. All her ways and how she really cares for people - her brother and sister, her friends, always trying to make BW and me happy. She's not perfect. She's perfectly normal! But still . . . she's mine (not really) and I'm so proud of her.
Happy Birthday, Chicken Nugget!
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