GYPSY BABY TURNS 25

Twenty five years ago on this wonderful

and beautiful day, I gave natural birth to the 

most precious little girl. 

She was easy to deliver and after only one and a half 

hours she was born and I was smitten.

Since that day she has remained one to the

beat of her own drum, so different from every other

Riera/Collins and admired by many for those very

same differences.

Last night was her birthday night celebration.

BB was working and so was her Daddy

but her Nannie was here, Kd came with the babies

and Kayshara, shara her love, was also here to celebrate.

Being eclectic as she is, no cake for her,

so I, her Mommy, baked chocolate chip oatmeal cookies

ALLLLL DAYYYYYY

and cooked her meal request,

Chicken Fricasse'.

It had been a while since we gathered for a celebration

and it was a needed one for this Momma.

Of course she received her traditional money from

myself, but also a sweet Puppy surprise.

Long story to this stuffed animal toy that I just had to buy.

When gypsy was a baby, she has a woobie,

a blankie my Mommy had made for her that went

everywhere with her and her Nannie had

also bought her a Kitten surprise,

it had a velcro stomach and you had to open the belly

to see how many babies you had gotten.

Gypsy did not like it for the babies,

she liked it for the long and fluffy tail that she would

rub against her nose and lips as she sucked those

fingers any chance she got.

Last night we reminisced about that nasty cat tail

and how her Nannie would wash it when she would

go spend the night with her. How sad she would be

when that tail was washed of the smells she loved.

I swear this girl was not happier than she was opening up

that Puppy surprise last night.

I watched her a few times during her little birthday gathering

and just like always, I saw the little deob (devil in french)

she could be at times. I saw my baby with long flowing

blonde curls and deep dimples, deep enough to hold at least

a teaspoon of water. She was a beauty and now, now,

such a beautiful woman, remains eclectic, to the

beat of her own drum and the things that makes me most

proud of her are also the things that can make a momma

crazy. I love you little girl, more than the moon and the stars,

more than you love that woobie you still keep close by.

Yes, you are 25 but always, always in my heart that little 

baby. I will forever be your rock that you can come

to. I thank you so much for all you have done to help me

in the last months, listening to my crying, being happy when

I was happy, giving advice as though you were the Momma 

and I, the child. I will forever be grateful for the birthdays

of your growing years, when I let you skip school and

I skipped work and we made an adventure day, doing

whatever you wanted. Boy, did we find ourselves in some

awesome places when we just got in the car and drove.

I have been blessed with the best daughter in the world.

Often, people have asked why I only had two children.

There was a time that I wanted more but the thought 

of having another little girl scared me, because I knew

no other could ever compare to the girl you are.

I love you, sweet Jesi, 

forever and always!

 ( all say we look so much alike, in this picture, I agree)

 Her and her Nannie who spoiled her rotten

First birthday party.

Will post more pics later when I download those from

last night.