~The first 9 months of your life were the longest and the shortest 9 months of my life.
But not in the way people might think.
Your Daddy was in Iraq and I just wanted him to be home.
You were a wonderful baby, but I wanted him to be home so we could be a family together.
I will forever hold guilt, (regardless of what people say,) because I wanted to rush that time with you.
Every time I see a picture of you as a baby, I am thrown back to that time and I can't believe I didn't cherish it more.
I'll never get that back.
I have said before, I loved every age with you. It brought us new adventures and at the time, I never looked back.
I am seeing glimpses of your pre teen self and I am scared.
Ever SO scared.
These years are so formidable and I don't want to screw it up.
I know all that I can do is be the best mom and leave the rest in God's hands, but there are SO many days where I don't feel like I've done my best.
I can't believe you're 8.
Some days I just want to go back to these warm evenings in the backyard, where all I worried about with you, was fire ants...
Or when your 5 different personalities were much easier to handle...
And as I say all of the time to you,
Choose JOY baby girl, always choose Joy.
Happy birthday Golden Happiness!