An Open Letter to My Girl

Seventeen, huh?

Lord. I remember looking at you for the first time and thinking that you were so much bigger than I thought you'd be, so much more solid.

Look at you now.

We've had a lot of adventures and I fully expect to have a million more, you and me. To this day there's nothing in Heaven and Earth that makes me happier than to know that you're here, to see your eyes, to know that you're becoming this magical, fascinating woman that I am so proud to know.

I know that the idea of growing up scares you, but you know what, honey? It scares everybody. You'll manage it, I have faith in you and no matter what, I'm here watching and praying and believing in you.

I can't tell you much I love you, because no writer has words that big, and no writer ever will. You're my girl, my amazon baby. If I accomplished nothing else ever, I had magic, because I got to be your momma.

Man, seventeen.

It's going to be a fun year, honey. I can feel it in my bones.

*throws confetti and does the oh-my-god-I-have-a-seventeen-year-old dance*