09/26/2025
Apparently yesterday was National Daughters Day⦠so weāre doing this TODAY because lifeās been⦠well, life. š
Nine years young. My old soul. The kid who notices the quiet one in the corner before anyone else does⦠the one who can read a whole room without saying a word, then cracks the joke that melts the heaviness like it was never there. By the end of the night, my friends are her friends⦠sheās running the group chat, collecting inside jokes like souvenirs.
She came into this world like a storm⦠and somehow became my calm. But not before adding a soundtrack, collecting passport stamps, and handing out unsolicited wisdom like, āMom⦠you need to calm your nervous system before we keep talking.ā (Said while holding a crystal, a Labubu⦠in a British accent⦠probably wearing a cape.)
She devours books thicker than my dresser drawer. Writes stories about characters finding their way home. Sings in the car like sheās on tour. Turns Jacksonās chaos into stand-up comedy. Narrates the grocery store like itās a Netflix special.
Sheās been through every version of me and still says, āI love you so much⦠youāre real pretty on the inside and outside, Mama,ā like she has a sixth sense for the moment my heart needs it.
Life can be messy. Routines shift. People drift. Some days feel heavier than they should for a kid. I see it. I feel it. And still⦠she loves hard. Laughs louder. Spins through the chaos like itās a dance floor. š
She turns the ordinary into magic. A broken shoelace becomes a TED Talk. The moon phases become our emotional weather app. A Tuesday night walk turns into a conversation about the universe, reincarnated squirrels, and whether dogs have existential crises.
And now sheās a big sister š„¹ā¦ loving and protecting like she was made for it.
She still wants cuddles⦠but now itās while watching YouTube Shorts. She still lets me brush her hair⦠but only if I stay quiet like itās a spa appointment. She still holds my hand⦠but only if no one from school can see.
My oldest and my youngest. ā¤ļøš«¶š¼ Literally. My why. My reason for healing, finding peace, for everything I have built and rebuilt. My favorite story Iāll never stop reading. My whole heart walking around in Nikes.
I love you forever⦠and a day after that. I thank God every day for your existence. Iād choose you in every lifetime⦠and I know youād always find me too. š«
Proud to be this oneās Mama š