Today, you are 10.
Double digits.
A decade.
I have so enjoyed getting to know you these past 10 years. It has been the most fantastic journey and nothing in my life has compared to this experience, being your mom. We've traveled through mama, mommy, and now here we've settled...mom.
I love that I know you inside out. I know what makes you laugh (and how you laugh...it's bubbles out of you), what makes you sad. I know how you deal with anger, and what makes you tick. I know your hopes, your fears and everything in between.
I love our talks where you come out with the most insightful thoughts and ideas, and when I ask you where you heard them you say, "Just me...I have thoughts in my head, you know mom." It gives me hope for the future, when it will be very, very important that you have your own thoughts in your head and that you've learned to listen to them so early on in life.
I remember back to when you were just a baby, and then a toddler, and I would stare at you, wondering who you would grow to be. It seemed it would take forever, and now it feels like it was just the blink of an eye. Here you are 10 years old and I cannot imagine you any other way. It feels as though I have known you forever. You have always been a part of me, long before you were ever born and you will be until the end of time. Of course you are who you are, who else would you be?
You have introduced me to the worlds of Pokemon, Beyblades, Skylanders, Lego, sharks, dinosaurs, cars, airplanes, soccer and hockey. You have tested my patience and helped me (and it) grow. You have made me laugh more than anyone I know. You've made me cry a time or two as well, I'll admit. You have held my hand. You have pushed my boundaries. You have brought me out of my comfort zone on many an occasion. You have shown me how to love.
You are honest, almost sometimes to a fault. You have a natural talent for sports, all sports. You 'get' sarcasm, and have perfect comedic timing. You have determination, and for a 10 year old, a very good plan for the future. You understand things far beyond your years and part of me is sad that it's because you're an only child shuffled between two households. I'm sad that I couldn't give you the life I had planned for you, with two parents together and tons of siblings running around annoying you. But I do promise to do my best to help you make happy memories that you will cherish your whole life long. I promise to teach you to do right by people. I promise that I will help you through the terrible teens and the hormones and the acne and your very first broken heart. I promise to help you make the right choices in life and help you grow with strong morals and values worthy of a man of honor, a man of his word . I promise to teach you about God and Jesus and the gift of grace. I promise to remind you to see the best in everything, and to notice the beauty in every little thing, like the mountains and the super moon, and a beautiful sunset.
You and me, Quinnie, we can get through anything.
You are my greatest joy and my little love. You are so loved, by your Momma, your Nana and Grandpa and Matana, your Auntie Alice and Uncle Steve, and your Papa. We can't wait (well, I guess we can wait...please don't grow too fast) for the next decade, and the one after that, and the one after that.
And the one after that.
Happy, Happy Birthday, my love!
