Sunday, April 25, 2010


Dear Amelia,

Today you are 3. Please stop growing up. Stay my baby. Last night you were putting on pretend makeup and you turned to me and asked, "Do I look pretty for the wedding?" I know that all I have to do is blink and those words won't be something funny you ask me, but will in fact be a serious question you ask me on the day you marry. But that won't happen until you are 50, so I really don't have to worry about that right now. Each day you bring more joy to my life than the day before. You make me laugh. You make my cry. You make me smile. You make me want to be the best mom I can be. You will never know how much I love you until you have a child of your own. You will never know how much I wanted you until you yearn for a baby of your own. Happy birthday precious girl. I love you.
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