To know her is to love her. That's my Emery Rose.
When she was a tiny being in my womb, and I found out she was a girl, I knew what I wanted to name her. I believe parents have so much power in naming their children. I knew Emery was something special when she was just in my womb. I knew she was destined for greatness! The name Emery came from a loved friend whose name is Emery. I thought it was an awesome name. And when I found out what it meant, I knew it was for my little girl whom I hadn't met yet, but just knew. A momma knows.
Her middle name is Rose, after my sister, Amanda Rose, and my Mimi, Rosemary. I knew with such a powerful first name, we needed a balance with Rose: flower, delicate. For those who really know my girl, they know she is preciously delicate. A rose also has a tough side, and Emery Rose sure does. She can handle herself. She always gets back up after falling, and I know that's a trait she'll always have. I have to remind myself sometimes that she's still so little...she's so mature for her age!
She turns three years old today, and what an amazing three years it's been!
I know Emery Rose was given to me to be my teacher, after all, she is the little girl who made me a mother. Every single day Emery teaches me so much about myself and life. She knows how to push my buttons best, but she also knows how to melt me in an instant. She is full of life and love. She is a daddy's girl, but has a unique and special relationship with me. She may look exactly like her daddy, but she acts so much like her momma.