Nine

Dear Meg~

Nine years ago yesterday you made me a mama. In nine years we've gone from this
to this
You are a smart, caring girl. Your love of your cats, books, and the color yellow are legendary. You've grown from loving Barbie dolls to American Girl dolls, from Teletubbies to Harry Potter, from Twinkle Twinkle to anything Taylor Swift. Your room has gone from Pooh Bear to a collage of Hannah Montana and Bruins hockey and fairy pictures you've created.

Some days I don't know where the time has gone, because sometimes I still see you as this when you are clearly this young lady


You'll always be my baby, my first born, no matter how old you get. I'll always be here for you, whether for hugs, kisses, homework help, piano lessons or even boy trouble. I love snuggling with you at night and reading to you, even though I know that pretty soon you're going to want to read by yourself in your room for hours on end. And even though we have our differences, we really are so much alike that you'll be amazed when when you realize it.

I hope this next year brings you lots of happiness and that you remember that I love you bunches and bunches.

Love

Mama