It was the time of blooms when she came to us. Her name had been waiting for her, victorious one, long before she was born. As she was placed in her Daddy's arms, her cries subsided into quiet contentment.
Her big brother, born in the heat of summer 22 months before, tightly held his blanket and sucked his thumb as he gazed in wonder at her newness.
She would become a lover of kittens, Strawberry Shortcake and the New Kids on the Block. And then, almost overnight, she herself bloomed.
Has it really been 30 years since that day we first held you?
You will always be our victorious one, our beautiful little girl, our joy, our beloved, spreading everywhere His fragrance.
Happy Birthday, Laurel.
"But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him." 2 Corinthians 2:14
