Today you are TWENTY ONE years old. To you it's the most natural thing and you've been waiting so long for this day to come. For me it feels like time is a thief; where did it go?
Surely just yesterday you were my tiny baby snuggled in my arms. Smiling (and farting) in your sleep next to me in bed as I would stare at you in amazement. How could eyelashes be that long? How could I possibly love you any more? Would you ever truly know how much I love you? Surely you couldn't possibly even fathom.
Time slipped by one diaper and nap at a time, one story, one hug, one bug in a jar, one slipper the frog, one boo boo to kiss. Those moments all added up to right now and I want to go back and do it all again and again and again, but I also want to just sit here and marvel at the life you're creating for yourself, slinging your own web, cocking your own musket and forging your own way.
I cherish all of the moments, big and small and I am so unbelievably honored to be your mom.
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living my baby you'll be.