It's been a week since my baby girl had her fifteenth birthday. I always start her birthday off by telling Hannah all about the day she was born. She's heard it multiple times and her comment is usually, "Yeah, yeah Mom, I know." I also make her look at baby pictures and watch home movies. I am a pround mom. Hannah was 11 days late. Dave's grandpa died ten days before Hannah was born so we think she was spending time with him and getting to know the ins and outs of the Powell family because she is very much like her dad and that side of the family. Hannah was finally born at 9:45 p.m. (Iowa time). She weighed 8 lbs. 4 1/2 oz. and was 22 inches long, a good healthy baby. Her eyes were brown from birth, they really were. A lot of people tell Hannah that just isn't possible, but it's true. She looked like the Gerber baby. Simply beautiful. Many people asked me if she was born c-section because her head was so perfectly round. It wasn't misshaped from birth at all.
Hannah was a good baby and she has always been a good girl. She is so easy to please. Look at the picture of her birthday cake. She wanted a graham cracker cookie tower. Just graham crackers and frosting and, I can't forget, mint chocolate chip ice cream. Her friends decorated her locker and made her a crown to wear all day. She has great friends. She was excited about every present she received, even the planner and the eye brow/eye lash tool. I told her she could exchange or return every gift if she didn't like what I got her but she insisted she loved everything. As we looked at pictures and home movies I used the phrases, "Life before Hannah" and "Life after Hannah." April 27, 1995 was truly the day my life changed forever. I can't imagine life without you, baby girl. I love you, Hannah, more than you know.