Happy Birthday, Golda!

It's June 23rd again, and that means our oldest daughter is another year older.  Fourteen!  How did this happen?  On June 22, 1997, it was a Sunday and I was scheduled to be induced the following Thursday.  I didn't feel well, but couldn't describe why.  Turns out, I was in labor, because I woke up in the night and it was definitely time to go to the hospital!  I think Scott and I were both crying in the car as we sped to Salt Lake.  We had no idea what to expect, and we were scared.  And it hurt!  Once we got there, everything went fine and Golda was born at 11:34 am.  Big Golda was there to meet Little Golda, as well as both sets of grandparents, Trajan, Aunt Tricia, Nikki and eventually, every family member and lots of friends.  It might have been the last time Golda got everybody's undivided attention!

Now, fourteen years later, Golda is a strong example to her brothers and sisters and a wonderful daughter.  I could tell you all the reasons I'm proud of her, but it would just be a long, braggy list of Golda's great qualities.  We love you, Golda!

So far, Golda's fourteenth birthday has included teaching a dance class to 15 three-year-olds and getting her practicing done.  At least the little dancers sang happy birthday and got a little donut to celebrate.  We had to do something!  More celebrating is coming right up...