Happy Birthday, Micah

Today is our daughter Micah's birthday. She is 19 and a Freshman in college. We celebrated her birthday last weekend when she came home. So....in the the newly started tradition of revealing stories on the occasion of the birthday, here are just a few "Micah" legends.

The first time I saw her was when she was born. I was there. And since this was our second child I was more prepared this time and was actually semi-conscious. Dr. Lockwood delivered her and promptly said, "Uh-oh, this child has no penis." After a slight pause...."Hey, she's a girl!" Joker, that guy. Anyway, I will never forget seeing this little bit of red, curly soft hair on the top of her head and bright blue eyes gazing up at me for the first time.
That little tuft of hair grew into red ringlets that had the magical ability of catching sun rays and then illuminating those eyes until they looked as blue as the sky after a snow storm has passed. Add a sprinkling of freckles across the nose, put on a old cap and a softball glove on one hand and you have Micah. Even as a little girl she could hit anything she aimed for, including her brothers, and always looked more natural with a ball in her hand than a doll. I don't know, maybe she heard what the Doctor said when she was born and became determined to run as fast, throw as hard, and hit as far as any one else, with or without that extra appendage thing. We were so proud when she received a special award her Senior year at her final Athletic banquet, recognizing her as the only person to have played three sports during her high school years and lettering nine times in them. She is now playing softball in college and getting ready to leave next week to play in Florida over spring break.
A few Micah stories: She put everything in her mouth. Everything! When she was around 2 or so I was working in the garage and she was "helping" me. I noticed that she was in the corner chewing on something, so with great trepidation I asked her to spit out what was in her mouth, and slowly, as only a 2 year old could do, she pushed out a leg....of a spider, then another leg, and so on....Many people have been bitten by spiders, but how many spiders can say they were bitten by a little girl? Spiders have always creeped me out, and I still remember seeing what was left of its smashed body on the tip of her tongue and the feeling of my lunch rising in my throat. But, perhaps in a Marvel Comics kind of way, this explains her excellent ability to catch fly balls.

Another story that will reveal what horrible parents we are: After church, in a hurry, Brandon-five, Micah-three, both strapped in their car seats. We pull up in the drive way, Colleen and I both jump out to get something from the house that we needed before going to a friend's house, leaving the car running. A few minutes later, Brandon is at the door, crying, the car is gone!Micah is nowhere in sight! I go running out of the house, looking up and down the street, and finally see the car across the street, through the neighbor's yard, with the rear end down in a little creek. Still no Micah! My heart is about to explode! I finally get to the car and throw the door open and there she is, standing on the front seat, both hands on the wheel, turning it wildly with the biggest grin on her face. I think it was a premonition. Anyway, Brandon, the squirmy one, had slipped out of his seat first and the rest we will never know for sure.
Finally, one more. Micah is in fourth grade and playing on her first little softball team. There is a circle around the pitchers mound where the pitcher stands while the coach actually tosses the ball to the batter. Micah is the "pitcher." She figures out the game very quickly and learns that she is fast enough to field the ball and tag the runner going to first and then chase down the other little girls who innocently think they are to run to the next base when the ball is hit. There are girls at first and second and the ball is hit. Micah fields the ball and tags the girl running to first, chases the girl running to second tagging her out, then sees the other girl rounding third for home. Micah beats her to home, and while tagging her the little girl falls backward right on her rear end and breaks out into tears! Three outs by one girl in one inning: incredible! One minor collision at home plate: breath-taking! One irate Mother in the bleachers yelling, "Get that mean little girl out of here!" hysterical! One unabashedly proud Father: priceless!

Anyway, there are more for another birthday. Micah, you have grown into a beautiful young woman. You have always been a blessing and a joy in our lives and I am so thankful you still call me daddy. And it doesn't even matter that you know that I know that you know you can get anything you want from me when you do. Ahh, the privilege of being our only daughter. That's what you get for being born without a penis.

Happy Birthday, Micky...I love you. Now, choke up and keep your eye on the ball.