|Hope are her crazy, be-cupcaked friends|
I can’t believe it. You are 12 years old today. It doesn’t seem like it has been that long. I feel like just yesterday you were Atticus’ age and curling up next to me for snuggles.
You are my first love. Of course I loved friends and family before you were born, but when you were born it was different. I saw you for the first time and I knew — for the first time — what it was like to love someone completely and fiercly. I’ve never forgotten the moment when I first held you and every quick hug you give reminds me of that rising joy and that thud in my heart that says love love love.
I’m so proud of the young lady you’ve become: smart, funny, sassy, beautiful, caring and kind. I love you, Peanut, happy birthday!