My sweet, sweet girl,
I know this is so cliche, but where does the time go? Two years ago I gave birth to you and my life has never been the same. Certain that you would come early, your proved me wrong by arriving 3 days late. Confused about why you were taking your time, I recall writing a blog post the night before you came. It was a letter to you because I felt like you needed to know I was ready to receive you. I wrote that letter because I began to wonder if my actions over the last nine months expressed that I was ready.
You see, I spent my pregnancy with you being incredibly busy. Really, I was busier than I should have been. I was focused on a dream I had at the time, and I thought working my ass off to make it a reality was what I needed to do. I needed to prove to myself that I could pursue my dreams, care for your older brother and manage my pregnancy without a problem. When I was eight months pregnant with you I was in a car accident. Aside from back problems I suffered, I was okay–and thankfully so we’re you–but my car was wrecked. I did slow down after that because despite my hustle, your health was my top priority. Your health was always my top priority.
When you finally greeted us on a cool Tuesday morning in October, I was grateful beyond measure. I felt my heart widen when you arrived. I loved your brother so much I often wondered how my heart could possibly love you just as much. It did. It’s something that just happens. It’s amazing, really. I give thanks to God for that.
Over these last two years, you have taught me so much about life. Born with a bit of an edge, I still wonder how a little girl who’s never even visited New York City seems to have the same NYC ‘tude that I have. It puzzles me everyday. I guess maybe I would have been who I am even if I wasn’t born in NYC? It’s the only thing that makes sense.
Your smile brightens up my day. The friendship you are developing with your brother makes my heart fill up with joy. Your persistence drives me nuts, but I also admire it. You are so sweet, but I know people will rarely mistake your kindness for weakness. At such a young age you seem to know who you are and what you want. I’m not sure how that’s even possible, but that is the incredible truth you convey just by being who you are.
I know that we will not always agree. Born in the same month with many shared characteristics, I suspect we will butt heads often. But I also have no fears about whether or not we will be close, because I know that we are both fiercely loyal. I know that even when I piss you off, you will pray for me when you lay to rest and wake up with a new perspective. Maybe you won’t be ready to talk right away, but you will know in your heart that our fights can never last.
I hope this next year in your life brings you more of what the last two brought–more experiences, new discoveries, and days filled with good food, great fun, lots of learning and tons of love. Frankly, I hope every single year of your life brings you these things. It’s what you deserve.
Wishing you the happiest day and hoping the year ahead allows your light to shine so bright that anyone in your presence feels it, whether they want to or not. I suspect they’ll want to. 🙂
Loving you always and forever,