Eleven years ago today, I welcomed one of the most important people that I would ever meet into my life. My sweet, sweet bundle of joy arrived at 3:03PM. She weighed in at a whopping 8 pounds and 6 ounces and was 21 inches long. In all actuality, she wasn’t very big at all..but she was plenty big enough to win over her Mommy’s heart and change my life in ways that only a woman that has made the journey into motherhood could possibly understand. My daughter…my daughter that never ceases to be miraculous..full of beauty and forever beautiful…loving, caring, and truly amazing. She is all things good…and all things wonderful.
What do I see when I look into her eyes? Well, I see everything. She is absolutely everything that I could possibly imagine having in a daughter. She has a gorgeous and mischievous smile, big beautiful hazel eyes, lovely long blonde hair. She has a kind spirit and is what I call an “old soul”. She can look at a person and see deep within them. She sees the wants and needs of others. She will stand up for what she knows is right and she’s not easily swayed. She is spunky….yet stubborn, competitive by nature, and in many ways a leader. She likes attention…especially from family and close friends. She is most certainly an entertainer…and a lover of the arts. She enjoys many wonderful activities ranging from sports to writing music to film-making. She loves to draw and make her own designs. She excels in school…always working hard to make the best grades that she can make. Her ambition at 11 amazes me. Her strength is unmatchable. She is…well she is who she is. A miraculous, extraordinary, and amazing person that has a future of only the brightest opportunities ahead of her.
What do I hope for her future? I want her to wake up each and every day with the excitement of facing a new day and new challenges. I want her to have confidence in herself and to never doubt herself even for a moment. I want her to look at the world around her and to breathe it all in…often. I don’t want her to let life pass her by without appreciating each and every new experience that she faces. I want her never to “sweat the small stuff”. Life is too short. I want her to always feel peace, and always know that she is “worth it”. There are so many things that I want for my girl but most of all I want her to always be happy…always feel loved…and always know that her Momma loves her as much as the whole sky, moon, and stars…and then some more after that.
Happy Birthday to my sweet girl…
This Crazy Happy Love 
