Eight precious years ago today - at about this exact moment - I was being sewn back together while I held you, my second beautiful daughter.
From the beginning you showed that you were strong willed and stubborn and going to have it your way. You refused to be rocked or snuggled and constantly wanted to be moved from pack-n-play to bouncy to jungle gym to swing and back again. You adored your sister and still do. Best buds forever.
You have grown into a beautiful young girl. As we finish second grade I am amazed at how quickly you've adapted to our new school routine at the Latin School. Mae you can memorize like no one I've ever seen before. It's amazing to watch you blossom.
You are determined and strong. Nothing will do but for you to master the task ahead of you whether it being teaching yourself how to do a perfect cartwheel or winning the 2nd grade spelling bee (you came in 3rd overall! Great job baby!)
You are a nurturer giving comfort to those who hurt and help to those who need it. This is your most beautiful quality.
You have brought me more joy that I could ever imagine and I'm blessed to be your mother. Happy Birthday my precious girl!