Letters to my Children: The One that Started it all

Ten years ago I was barely a grown up. You changed me. You made me a mother. When they put you on my chest, all warm and wet, the gravity of the moment was enough to fill me with fear. I was now responsible for another human life. From the beginning you were full of passion and you still are, be it not wanting to ride in the backseat alone or creating the perfect cookie in the kitchen.  You are a sensitive soul who deeply feels the world around her. You have a heart for the hurting and lost.You take care of things, you take care of people, you love others. The light of Jesus shines bright from you in how you treat humanity and how you see the world, and it is beautiful. Your innocence and the pureness at which come at life is awe-inspiring.

Today you turn ten. Double digits, as you say, and I can't stop it. I can't even slow it down. I can't turn you back to the little girl with curly brown hair and big cheeks who wouldn't smile at anyone. Or the toddler who used to dance and "freeze" or run around laughing and naked after her bath. As your mom there are many moments I wish I could have back because I didn't appreciate them at the time. I didn't let them soak in and realize that in the blink of an eye you would be grown. You were the first. We figured this whole mother-daughter thing out together, one day at a time. I couldn't be more proud at the young woman you are becoming. You asked me today if you were beautiful and I told you that you were, but to be honest the word pales in comparison to what I see.

You are stunning. Inside and out.