I have started to write this over and over again, trying to put a decade of thoughts and wishes and memories into a small piece of writing. I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to even begin to express how I feel about you.
Do you know what I love about you right now?
I love that you can easily spend two hours doing just your spelling homework, because you put so much effort into it. I love that you are so creative, and that you never choose the easiest route. I love that you read for hours every day. I love that your chin has just the slightest little dimple. I love the color of your hair and the freckles across your cheeks. I love that you want to spend time with me. I love how you say “Mom” when I say something you think is ridiculous. I love your little fingernails, with their pearly pink chipped nail polish. I love your innocence. I love that every single day, you tuck your giraffe into bed before you leave for school. I love all of those little love notes you leave around the den.
There is so much more than that, Kate.
I sometimes feel that my life began with you.
You are the first best thing I ever did.
I am more proud of you than I could have thought possible.
I love you beyond words, little girl.