I'm not sure what I am more amazed at tonight--that M1 is 10 years old or that 10 years ago, God thought it was a terrific idea to send such an awesome little person into the world and entrust her to ME.
Both are pretty staggering.
M1 has always been a kind, thoughtful, compassionate and empathetic little creature. In the past ten years, I have witnessed her grow in not only beauty and grace, but also intelligence. She excels in school, but is also learning to excel in sports. She loves her family and her friends and allows the circles of both to expand in an effortless fashion.
I have never made a secret of that fact that M1 is the person I would like to be when I grow up.
I wish I could bottle her and put her on a shelf so that if the world ever changes her, I could open that bottle and remind her of the person she is with a booster shot.
Sometimes I wonder if she knows for a second how much I love her? How I love the sound of her voice as she tells me stories about her day. How I hate if I let my own day impact the way I interact with her. How I appreciate her thoughtfulness when she does things like unload the dishwasher without being asked or make her sister's chicken nuggets or even write me a little note.
To say I am one of her biggest fans would be an understatement.
To understand that she is one of mine is to understand why mediocre is never good enough and why I never settle.
I love her. Plain and simple and yet, not plain or simple at all.
I waited for her for what seemed like a lifetime. I imagined her long before she was a reality and even then my imagination fell short. You can't truly imagine, even when you hold that baby in your arms, how absolutely breathtaking the journey will be.
It seemed like only a moment ago that they placed her in my arms for the first time. It is likely it will feel like only another blink of an eye and another 10 years will have passed. Why is it that they have to grow so fast?