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.
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.
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. :)