Tonight I put my one year old in her crib and walked out of her room while her music played. In the morning when I run in to grab my beautiful two year old daughter from the same crib and give her sweet kisses on her sweet face I will tell her how much I love her and how proud I am that she is so willful and stands her ground without apologies.
What a perfect name I chose for my baby. She flows through life with reckless abandon without giving too much thought to the destruction she leaves behind. Sounds familiar. Nothing ever stops her because she doesn't allow it.
Tomorrow I will tell my daughter the same thing I tell my son on his birthday. The same thing I tell myself. From 12:01 in the morning until 11:59 at night, it is all about you. You don't have to share anything. Whatever you want to do, we'll do. It is the one day of the year where it is OK to be selfish. You can do for others 364 days of the year, but not today. Today is all about you.
About the times I knew that she was just like me.
About the things I put her through to get the photo I wanted.
About the way I feel when she lets me love on her.
About the pride I feel when she discovers something new.
And about the beauty I see when I look in her eyes.
What I won't tell her is how my biggest fear is the day my job comes to fruition and I get to see her walk into her own life, wherever that takes her.