This time of year always pulls heavy on my heartstrings, I become acutely aware of how quickly days slip away and memories fade into the next. I grow weepy and reminiscent each April 14, of all that I have experienced since first becoming a mother. I marvel at the lovely little person before me, the one I created in a span of only nine months.

Watching her attempt to blow out all eight of her birthday candles, I smile while fighting back the urge to cry. I wonder what she wishes for… and if, by chance, it’s hidden under the shiny gift wrap and curly ribbon. She looks at me with her huge hazel eyes and I can’t help but think back to the first time she was placed in my arms… that same beautiful gaze staring back at me.

I tuck her into bed, kissing her cheeks, knowing that we have already begun the journey to her 9th birthday. Moments dissolve with such haste that I wish I had it all back to relive but instead I realize the importance of appreciating what I have when I have it. This is the birthday gift she has given to me.

Happy birthday, Meleigha. I love you always.