How did you go from this tiny, almost 7 lb wonder? This dependent, perfectly delicate pink bundle..............
I've often stated the many ways we are alike, and the many ways we are so very different. One of the best ways you are different from me is your confidence. I love how sure you are of who you are. I was always too aware of every little thing I did and it was always wrong. From the way I walked to the way I spoke. You walk as though you own the ground your feet are touching.
Don't ever lose that.
I love the way you are with your brother. I wonder if you know just how much he adores you. You aren't here to see him calling for you after you leave for school. He will stand by the window in the afternoon waiting for your bus to show up. I know he bothers you when you are trying to do your homework but it isn't what you think. He's just so excited to have his sister home because you always come up with something fun to do. You were the first person to make him laugh.
I hope you will always be close because that is what I've always wanted for myself. Close siblings.
There are times where I see my mother in you. When you are trying your very best to be a lady, sitting properly and speaking softly.
And then you do something so crazy, just to assure me that you are, in fact, my daughter.
There are many things that I want for you, many things I want you to understand. Mostly I want you to know that I am here. Even when you think you're in trouble. I am here. And nothing will ever make you not be my daughter. Nothing will make me stop loving and caring for you.
You are turning 9. The last year before you get double digits as you so kindly pointed out to me. And still, as before, I look at you and see that little pink squinty face with those big, wise green eyes staring back at me from our hospital bed.
Your father sees that little girl who wanted nothing more than to sit next to her father and be a princess. And you were.
For him, you always will be.
I love to see you get so excited about even the little things. I love to see your mind kick into overdrive as you come up with the next great scheme. Even if it means that I have to clean blue oatmeal out of my towel drawer.
You and your brother give me hope. Because through you, I can see all that is right with this world.