You were my first love at first sight. My first grown up steps happened only shortly before your first wobbly ones. You, my gorgeous girl, will always be my first happiness. And that isn't only because you are my oldest child. It's because you are happiness.
Big things have happened this year, and you have handled each with the awkward grace I envy. Your heart-deep laugh has carried us through some days we shouldn't have seen. And that, among many other reasons, is why your sisters and I are so lucky to have you.
I couldn't be more proud that, despite every mistake I've made and every learning curve I've carved into our relationship, you have never been anything less than astounding. You are a singular force, mija. And no one can take credit for that but you.
Fourteen years ago, the nurse handed me a black haired beauty with no expectations and no plans. I am so grateful I didn't know then where you were headed - I would've been too intimidated to call you mine.
Thank you. For making me look good. For leading the way. For being the band nerd I never knew I wanted. For reading Jane Austen when other girls are sneaking around doing things you thankfully haven't dreamt of yet. For loving me back.
Always,
Mama
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