and you are as vibrant and colorful as a little firework that lingers long after the 4th of July
Your mood can go from dark to light quicker than cream lightens up my coffee
Somewhere in those 731 days I realized that
the boy I once merely had a crush on became the father of my child
that boy and I created the most complexly simple, devilishly angelic creature ever to use a wooden spoon as a sword
8 seasons together and sometimes I forget which one of us knows more about life, the world, the stars, God.
A year from now the last vestiges of my baby will have mysteriously and quietly disappeared except for, I hope, your long curly eyelashes which frame up those sweet brown eyes.
And every time I see those eyes I am taken back to a snowy early January night when you and I locked eyes for the first and millionth time.
A first meeting with someone who I've known forever.
And that, my baby is the sweet mystery of being your mama.
I meet you every day for the first and millionth time,
old and new,
strange and familiar
complex and breathtakingly simple
a crystal clear mystery that I get to solve every day
You are the most familiar stranger I have ever known.
Happy birthday little one.
I love you from the bottom of the ocean to the tops of the stars.
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