The one God gave to us.
Thirteen years ago.
So little and brand new. So cute and sweet and kissable.
Emotions and memories that will stay in my heart forever.
After close to twenty-four hours, we finally got to meet you.
I couldn’t wait to hold you.
So very close to me.
And kiss your button nose.
Examine tiny hands and feet.
You didn’t know how young and inexperienced we were.
You, brand-new to life. Us, brand-new to parenting.
You didn’t know what you were getting in to.
We didn’t either.
But we could feel the love, welling up big inside of us.
I still feel you, that first time in my arms.
I still see your dad, my love, as he looked at you.
I didn’t understand the responsibility he felt for us then, like I do now.
The two of you, you cuddled in his arms.
I couldn’t wait to show you off.
To your Grandmas and Grandpas and aunts and uncles.
So perfect. So beautiful. Of course the most beautiful baby in this world.
You felt so right. You fit my arms.
A baby that wanted me. I was amazed.
Life flies. It flies.
My love for you, it only grows.
But thirteen years? Really?
I met your dad when I was fourteen and married him when I was eighteen. And had you when I was twenty-one.
I look back at so many ways I’ve failed as a mom. I’d do it all again.
But probably make the same mistakes.
With the beautiful smile and sparkly eyes.
So full of compliments for others.
The love of Jesus in your heart.
Patience with your brother, though it wears thin at times.
Diligent in your school.
It happens overnight it seems. Your dad and I watching as the moments run through our fingers.
That little bundle wrapped in pink now writing stories, learning Spanish, always creating.
Standing on the brink between childhood and young adulthood.
My girl forever.
No matter how old.
No matter how close or far away.
My gift from God.
Words can not do justice or express my thankfulness for you.