She will be the first one to greet her pink new grandchild into the world. My firsts are not quite that way, but they are mine all the same. I remember how I cried when I first placed you in the arms of another. I will never forget hearing about the first time you smiled, or the first time I heard you got your first tooth. I just stopped coming after you.
Rejection still hurts after the first time.
Stained on my mind is the first time I heard you call another, 'Mommy'. However, I do hold onto these few things. I was the first to know of your existence. I was the first to hear your tiny heart beating. I was the first and only one to feel you leap within.