A Decade with Rhiannon

Dear Princess Rhiannon,
Can you believe we've made it ten years? I remember holding your squirmy body close to my breast, begging you to eat. Once you caught on, we were fine. You were the best. baby. ever. I mean it. After all, not many babies would put up with this at the age of nine months.

I never understood the true depths of love; so fierce it could physically take my breath away when I looked at you. You're my firstborn. The years fly too quickly and I learned that within the first year. On your first birthday I cried the night before, the morning of and the night of. I held myself together long enough to give you your first cake. Too soon, I saw a princess emerging...

The old saying of letting go that which you love suddenly struck too close to home. I held on tight, like I still do. But I've learned that sometimes I have to trust faith and let you spread your wings a little bit each day, week, month, year. Each birthday has gotten harder.

This isn't to say I'm not incredibly proud of the young lady you have become. Or that I don't dream of your future. Because I do, and I know you'll make it the best for you and anyone that has the opportunity to know you.


Happy tenth birthday, sweetie! I love you...so much that I blogged about you...and you of all people knows what that means. :0) You're pretty darn special.
 
Love,
The mom you currently think is the best mom ever. It is in print and proven. You've said it, and I have it on tape. No denying when you are 13. :)