Happy Birthday. Today you turn 19 years old. How can that be? I swear I only blinked!
It seems like yesterday I was carrying around your not-nearly-one-year-old brother while you grew in my tummy. Crazy 26 year old me.
But then you arrived on a ridiculously cold snowy day like this one. I was nursing a cold and a fever, and strangely enough a cold sore – in the exact same place I have one today. (I haven’t had a cold sore in well over a year. Hmmm.)
You were tiny and beautiful and I was so grateful for the gift of a baby girl. And now…you’re 19.
I am in awe of your heart and passion and the light you carry wherever you go. It shines from within you. You are beautiful and loving and smart and funny and enthusiastic and gifted. You are also opinionated and strong willed and stubborn and loud and a drive me crazy! But all of this combined makes you…you. And I’m so very proud.