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Happy Birthday Chelsea.

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Published: Mar 16, 2009

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_{year one. 2/2/00

today she is one years old with his golden blonde locks.  his soft green eyes.  his cherry lips.  my nothing.  she is beautiful.

year two. 2/2/01

she is quiet, ever watching.  thoughtfully, wide-eyed.  perfect in all ways with sunny disposition.  she is two years old today.

year three. 2/2/02

she is three years old, and ever rambling.  attempting to avoid being bored with all her might, she wanders.

year four. 2/2/03

four years.  she is four years old today.  loud and flamboyant.  she is growing and becoming... chelsea.  lovely, curious, energetic, chelsea.

year five. 2/2/04

she ran across the street today and it's her birthday, it couldve been her last.  im overreacting though she says.  i am ruining chelsea's fun.  it's her birthday and i am ruining the fun.

year six. 2/2/05

chelsea's princess party.  she is sleeping beauty.  "why?"  i ask and she answers, happily "...because she has a wonderful prince come save her."  so do all the others, but i don't tell her that.  it's a shame, because come a few years she really will have a prince coming after her.

year seven. 2/2/06

no princesses this year.  it's all about soccer.  it's her birthday and she wants to play soccer.  that is until she scrapes her knee and she doesn't like soccer anymore.

year eight. 2/2/07

it's her first time at the beach and it's her birthday.  she cried when she got seasalt in her cuts from soccer.  but it's okay because im her mommy.  and mommy's kisses have special medicine that heals cuts.  or at least that's what i tell her so she'll stop crying and all her pain drifts away...

year nine. 2/2/08

but it comes back when we find out chelsea has leukemia.  suddenly my kisses have met their match, and i can not heal her.  it's her birthday today and she is dying.

year ten. 2/2/09

she's lost his golden locks.  she's lost his cherry lips.  she's lost his green eyes, and gained my dull, lifeless gray eyes.  she is sad, only a sliver of hope shines through. but it is not hope that she will live, it's hope that it won't hurt.  'i love you mommy. im sorry i couldnt be perfect.' oh but she is, she IS, and i tell her so.  repeating it over and over and throwing in many i love you's.  until the nurses have to escort me out of the room.  she is ten years old today.  she is my perfect, lovely, curious, energetic chelsea.  and she is gone.}