Hang on to your seatbelts……it’s going to get mushy. 🥰
You’re six. Six whole years of loving you, and even better than that, six whole years of you loving me.
It’s gone in the blink of an eye. I remember bringing you home from the hospital. A little 7lb 11oz bundle. Even when you had me up most of the night screaming bloody murder, my heart was so full. I can’t deny that by the 6th week of you screaming, the novely was wearing off 🙄🤣 but then you looked up at me with a beaming smile and I forgave you 😁❤
Now, i’m going to tell you a little secret because if my plan goes well, you’ll be reading this when you’re alot older and possibly going through a phase of hating me….(I know right? Impossible because i’m such a delight)
But anyway….the secret is…………………..
I love you. But hang on…there’s more.
6 years ago I gave you life but you also gave ME life. You honestly have no idea. I’m useless when you’re not around ( but don’t tell anyone) 🤫
Because of you, for the past six years I have had a reason to get out of bed every morning( even if I don’t want to) . I have a reason to cook. A reason to look after myself. A reason for breathing.
Even at six, you have the ability to know when I need a hug, need a laugh or just need to rest. You’re just so flipping amazing. Don’t get me wrong though…you drive me absolutely crazy with your need to correct me all the time ( even when i’m right) and the way you forget that i’m actually the parent 🙄
I hope when you’re reading this you look back and remember that your childhood was a happy one. A safe one and a loved one.
Happy Birthday, Darling girl.