Eighteen Years

Eighteen years ago at this time, I was in a hospital. being told to rest up to prepare for your impending arrival. There was no sleep to be had. I remember staring at my stomach, my hand rubbing your safe little nest, begging you to arrive safely.

The moment you were born, tears sprang from my heart. Tears of joy and a love that I could never define if I tried to. That moment was the moment I learned what true love is. Unyielding, unconditional, perfect love.  I felt as though my heart could not be more full than it was at that moment. I was wrong. Every day since then, you've filled my heart more and more.

Eighteen years. You and I have been together for eighteen years. That's longer than any relationship I've had. It's longer than any job I've had. You, my sweet girl, are the only thing in my life that I've dedicated so much of myself to for this amount of time. Loving you is as easy as breathing.

Eighteen years. Saying this out loud brings on a plethora of emotions... but mostly, pride.

I'm proud that you've valued your own life enough to hang on, even during the hard times. The times that I held you while you poured your sadness out of your heart and into mine so we could share the burden. Proud that you not only know your true self, but wont waiver on that knowledge for any person who may try to make you question yourself. I'm proud of your heart. You are filled with a light that you shine brightly, especially for those that feel they are in the darkness.

Know this. No matter how many years you are alive, you will be my baby. I will always offer comfort and a lap to lay your head on when you feel the pressure of the world weighing on your heart. I will always try to meet you where you are, with an open mind that is willing to learn with you and from you.

I love you, Aria... more than I ever thought I was capable of loving another human being. I celebrate your life and every moment we have together. Thank you for letting me be your Mama.