Tomorrow is your birthday. It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that you’ve been in my life for less than a decade, because it feels like you’ve been around forever. Most people say that they can’t believe how time flies, but with you things tend to move at a slower pace.
We have been through a lot together, you and I. I won’t lie; you’re the reason I have an intimate relationship with anti-anxiety meds and sleep aides. You are the reason I throw my hands in the air on a daily basis, look up and say, “Lord, have mercy on me.”
I had a hard time learning to love you. I was scared to love you. I didn’t think you were going to stick around very long and I didn’t want to get hurt. I’m glad I let my guard down. It was the best thing I ever did and I learned that, when in doubt, you should follow your heart.
You bring adventure to my life because I never know what you’re going to say or what you’re going to do. Even when we’re out running errands together, I feel like I’m living on the edge. At least I never have to worry about life being dull.
But, I don’t just love you because you keep me on my toes. I love you because you are strong, smart, funny and so stinkin’ cute. I love that you aren’t perfect, because it reminds me that no one is.
Happy 9th birthday, Boo. Mommy loves you.