To The Girl,
When I post this, it will be 11:12pm and exactly 17 years since you came into this world. I cannot believe it has been that long.
It seems just yesterday that you were sleeping in my arms as content as if there was nowhere else you'd rather be or asking me to kiss your skinned knees because you really believed that my kiss would take the pain away or telling me "no more thousand kisses, Mom".
We've been through some times together, haven't we, Sweet Pea? No matter what else happened, it's always been us, together, always. Through all the moves, all the chaos, all the tough times, your green eyes, looking at me with trust and faith have kept me going one more day, one more time, one more go round when I was at the end of my rope.
You've grown into a wonderful young woman and soon, it won't be us anymore. That's as it should be. You were never mine to keep, just on loan. I'm so proud of the woman you have become; you are kind and smart and generous and loyal and strong and have an uncompromising sense of fairness and all kinds of great things. You have so much living yet to do but I know you'll do well because you have all of those wonderful qualities and they will serve you well.
I hope your birthday has been fantastic and I love you so very much.