...you need to know that you are the most beautiful creature on the face of the planet. Those huge grey-blue eyes are just irresistible when you want them to be. From the minute you were born, and your Dad and I heard your tiny little voice, I knew it was the most beautiful little voice I'd ever heard. Now you're old enough to sing with it, and occasionally to tell us to go away, but you're not really old enough to know what you're saying.
I'm hoping that with this blog, I'll be able to tell you all the things I want you to know before you grow up, and as you grow up. When you were a baby, I told you all about the dangers of drugs and unsafe sex, but now that you're old enough to understand what words actually mean, that's not as easy as it was. You're only two and a half. If I can't say it now, you can imagine how scared shitless I am of you becoming a teenager. Boy kiddo, you certainly have a mind of your own now. Pair that pigheadedness and independence with teenage angst and know-it-allness? Well, Dad and I are just fucked, aren't we?
I'm not going to pour it all out now. I'll just say this. I once read that having children is like letting your heart walk around outside of your body, and I don't think there could be a truer sentence. I love you so much, and I know that there's only so much I can do to make sure you grow up feeling loved, and secure, and knowing what your strengths are, and become the amazing woman I know you will be. At some point, I'll need to trust that I did my job, and that you'll make smart decisions. I love you, baby. Sweet dreams.
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