My sweet girl…
Today we celebrate your half birthday; one-and-a-half to be exact. I say we, because really, I don’t expect anyone understands the celebration that it is more than me–and one day I can only hope you will understand too. I hope that everyday you understand the love and respect I have for you, and that you can be humbled by the fact that this crazy world we live in is most certainly a better place because you have been in it. And because of that, you celebrate yourself through respect and carefulness and mindfulness and love…and half birthdays. One day you will understand and we will celebrate, but for now it’s just the start.
As trite as it may seem, Tessa, it couldn’t be more true: my love for you grows stronger with each passing day. You are amazing, and I am so privileged to be your mama. You’ve brought so much light to my life, and you’ve stolen your daddy’s heart for certain. We are just smitten. Completely taken by how perfect you are. By just how perfectly you fit into our hearts.
Your little giggle is contagious, and your spunk is revitalizing to everyone you touch. You, my child march to the beat of your own drummer–you know what you want, and you don’t stop until you get it. And if, in the end we don’t give you what you want, you let us and the whole neighborhood know about it. Those ‘strong lungs’ the doctors told us about on day one–yeah, they are stronger now.
You are a problem solver. A thinker. An observer. You are so so smart. You love to keep us on our toes. You’re funny. Like, really. Daddy and I sometimes go to bed at night still laughing about something you did that morning, or two mornings before. You make us smile so much. You love to help. You give so much too. You’re a soft soul with a big heart and baby girl, you have so much love to give.
I never knew just how deep I could care about another soul until your tiny feet stomped all over my heart. And I never would have thought I could know such a little girl so well and her know so much in just 18 short months. Tessa, you rock my world, little rockstar and to think it’s only just the start.