My oldest daughter is eleven today. I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. I love the person she’s becoming. Happy Birthday beautiful girl.
It’s so strange to see her change before my eyes
Her little hands that I used to hold tightly to cross the street, or to calm her fears
Now wear gel nails and are shaped just so
Her freckles – the ones I would count and welcome on her little body as they arrived with a kiss and a smile saying they were kisses from the sun – are framing her face and giving her a definition I’d not seen before.
She’s in the ‘in-between’ right now.
She still loves dolls and coloring and stuffed animals and cuddling.
Wanting more independence, freedom, responsibility, money for treats.
Sweet cheeks and a little girl voice.
A math whiz who can beat me at Monopoly
Who knows about Santa, but still craves the magic
Who wants to stay up all night.
She breaks my heart with her sadness sometimes
And she breaks my heart open with pride and wonder and amazement when I see her teaching her sister something new.
She’s beautiful and caring. Still a little girl.
And she’s growing up right before my eyes in this her eleventh year
Just like dreams, she looks at me and I look at her and my heart…
My heart swells with such love that I’m unable to control it all.