Today you are 14 years old. For some reason this seems HUGE to me. I thought 13 would be the birthday that would knock me for a loop, but it didn’t. 14 seems big because you have grown so much this year.
— You’ve moved to the basement escaping from the little ones. When we open the basement door the smell of Bath and Body Works “Be Enchanted” body spray wafts up.
— You are FAST. I had no idea how much you would love running and how dadgum fast you would be.
— You’re the most expert eye makeup artist I know. I envy your ability to apply eye makeup with such perfect results.
— And married (mentally) to Liam Hemsworth! And here I thought you’d never crush on a boy!
Last year you were upstairs, not running, didn’t care two hoots about makeup, and I don’t think you even noticed boys.
This year. WHOA.
Peanut, you’re growing up.
I feel like I can never adequately express to you how much I love you. I love all my children, but I will admit, you are special in your own way. You are my first. My first love. When I heard your heartbeat at 10 weeks of pregnancy I knew that you were mine. My baby. You taught me how to let my heart be vulnerable after so many hurts. I held you and I knew that every thing would be okay because I had YOU. My girl. My peanut. My Hope.
My birthday wish for you this year: I hope this year brings you lots of new and exciting opportunities. There will be so many changes for you this year from cheer tryouts to high school to MAYBE getting a cell phone. My ultimate wish for you this year is that you keep being yourself: spunky, loud, excited, completely unique, funny, filled-with-sunshine Hope. You light up my life.
I love you and Happy Birthday!