Happy Happy Birthday to My Sweet "Little Girl"

 I simply cannot believe my little girl is nineteen. It's hard to type, and I'm certain I can't say it out loud. How did nineteen years just fly by? How is it that it seems just like yesterday when I held you in my arms for the first time and smelled that sweet baby smell? How did you grow up in the blink of an eye? Why didn't I get a say-so in this? I want that time back. I want to do it all over again. I want to see your first steps again. I want to hear, "Mama" for the first time again. I want a do-over. It's just not enough time. I want more.

Before you were conceived
I wanted you
Before you were born
I loved you
Before you were here an hour
I would give my life for you
This is the miracle of life. 

You were always such a fun loving, silly kind of girl. You loved to play, and you were fearless.

  
















From the beginning, time was going by way too fast. You loved everyone and had the best giggle ever.

 

And you always wanted to know how things worked. Especially things that go. You always wanted to be on the move.

  
















Nothing ever slowed you down. You never complained, you just kept going. 

 

You always seemed to have a special understanding of the world. You seemed to know things the rest of us could not know. 

 

And as you got sicker, you never complained. You still kept your spunk and that feisty personality.

I never thought we'd be where we are now. I never though you'd be this sick. I never thought that I could love anyone as much as I love you. You are my angel, my sweet baby girl, my cuddle bug and the one who steals my bed at night. You are the keeper of my heart and the reason that I breathe. You are my little girl.