Thursday, March 12, 2009

Something Sweet

I stand in the doorway and watch the moonlight dance across you. I remember when I used to do the same thing when you were a tiny baby. My eyes cross over your face, taking everything in. You still have the heart shaped lips, you still have the blue-green eyes, but now your hair is almost down to your butt instead of the light fuzz that used to grace your head.
You are 12 today and it seems like yesterday that I was telling your grandmother that two pink lines just showed up on the stick. It seems like yesterday that I was fighting with your daddy about what to name you. I've watched you grow from a beautiful baby to a rotten pre-teen, but my love has never changed.
I remember when you came into the house, when we lived in Georgia, and said "I'n a Big Girl now mommy and big girls use the potty."
You threw your bottle in the trash when you wanted a bike. You wanted a big girl bed, so you learned how to potty.
My life changed SO much when you were born, but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world! You are my daughter and today you are 12.
Where has the time gone? Will I wake up tomorrow and you be grown? Please don't grow up too fast, I want to enjoy this - your teenage years. I'm praying you and I get thru them in tact. I love you Rachel Katheryn, my daughter.


Belle said...

Very sweet.

Vodka Mom said...

omg 12? Won't be long and I'll be running into YOU at the liquor store...

enjoy today.

Roshni Mitra Chintalapati said...

Sob! Don't remind me of what's to come.. please!
Happy birthday to your beautiful girl!

countrymouse said...

Yeah--you will wake up tomorrow and she'll be all grown up, but the mom/grown daughter friendship is just. the. best.

Susan said...

It just occurred to me after reading Vodka Mom's comment: why don't I OWN a frickin' liquor store? Beautiful tribute to Rachel. She's gonna make you old.
Now tell a bat story!!!