Happy Birthday my girl...

Dear Sarah,


Twenty years ago today your entry into this world taught me the meaning of true honest to God joy.  I don’t think I could adequately describe that feeling in my heart when my I first laid eyes on you.   I’ve learned so many things from you since then.


I’ve learned how to laugh from deep down in my soul.  I’ve laughed at you, I’ve laughed because of you, and of late I’ve laughed with you.

I’ve learned the true meaning of fear, and the many faces fear has: the first STEP fear; the bicycle with no training wheels fear and the watching you enter middle school fear. 


But my dear, when you turned 16, you showed my heart the toughest meaning of fear. The kind of fear that creeps into a mother’s heart late at night and grips it so tightly it almost stops beating.  I also learned to live with that fear, so that you could live your life, and make your own mistakes.   (That was a tough one.)


You’ve also taught me that no matter how many mistakes I make, no matter how many times I embarrass you and no matter how many times I scream at you – you still love me.  For that, I am most grateful.


And so, on this very special day, I want to tell you this.  I loved the little girl who ran away when I wouldn’t make her soup; I loved the little girl who in middle school got detention for spraying perfume on Jack Sprat; and I loved the young woman who in high school learned some tough, valuable life lessons.  You took them to heart and paved a new path for yourself – and that made me very, very proud.


Most importantly, I love you for who you are right now. I love you more than you will ever know. Well, except when you have a child of your very own. Then you will know........only then. You are a part of my heart, my soul and my dreams.  I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.