I think I've opened this page up at least 20 times trying to find the right words to say to you. The most overwhelming part of it is that this birthday was a huge milestone for me. I feel like I've given you away. To the world. You're not all mine anymore and as much as I love to see you grow into the person you're meant to be, I'm really sad that I have to share. Most days when I climb into bed to tuck you in, I kiss your sweet little face and I have to stop myself from wishing it was just you and me again. Hours of cuddling and playing dress up. Playing loud music and dancing while folding laundry. Wrapping you up in a carrier so no one could touch you and struttin' down the isles of Target with my feathers all puffed out like a proud momma hen. I miss that. The simpleness of just being your mom and no one else.
Now it's time to share. You spend more waking hours under the wing of another and I'm adjusting. I guess I knew all along that you are too wonderful of a person to keep to myself and I was right. You're my sunshine, my rainbow after the storm. I love you. Don't grow up too fast.