Today is Gracie’s eighth birthday so to celebrate her birthday I thought I would share some facts about her so you can get to know her a little better.

We’ll start at the beginning, but don’t worry I won’t tell you every minute of her life because that would just be crazy.

Cute but crazy.

Gracie was born four weeks earlier than she was suppose to been born and she came into this world via emergency C-Section because her heart kept stopping.

After she was delivered the doc said that there was no way she would of been born  the good old fashioned way because the umbilical cord was too short and every time I had a contraction it yanked her up, kind of like a bungee cord, hence the reason her heart kept stopping.

She was a little peanut, weighing a little over five pounds when she was born in the wee hours of the morning.

Gracie was a good baby as far as babies go. No really problems until she turned 6 months which is when she decided that when she got really mad and was crying that she would forget to breathe and she would pass out.

The first time she did it I almost passed out.

She continued to do this for the next year.

The doc told us not to worry because as soon as she passed out she would start breathing again. It’s the way the body works.

Whatever.

It still scared the shit out of me every time she did it.

When she turned three she stopped passing out and I started drinking.

Just kidding.

I drank before that.

Just kidding.

Anyway,

Gracie is everything I could ever ask for in a daughter. She’s gorgeous, she’s goofy, and she has my coordination, or lack there of.

She wants to be a soccer player, a gymnast, a teacher,  a veterinarian, a dog walker, an artist and of course, she wants to work at McDonald’s when she grows up.

She does not want to be a princess or a model or a cheerleader or a bus driver when she grows up.

She told me the other day that when she’s a Mom, she wants to have two kids and two Newfoundlands-but one of them will be a landseer and one of them will be a brown, she won’t have two brown ones.

I told her she has the whole world at her fingertips and she can be whatever she wants when she grows up and she can have any dog she wants to share her life with her.

She told me she wanted a Newfoundland because they are the perfect dog for a family.

God, she gets me.

These days Gracie can often be found sitting at the kitchen table drawing pictures, eating something sweet, reading, and most recently,I find her snuggling next to Sherman telling him to feel better soon.

I suppose there’s a whole lot more I could tell you about Gracie, being that she’s  led a pretty adventurous life in her whole eight years of being on this earth, but I think you get what an awesome little girl she is already.