This weekend we celebrated the 11th birthday of my baby girl with a fabulous trip to NYC. We stayed on the 40th floor of a hotel right in the middle of Times Square and took in an 8pm showing of Wicked on Saturday. If you haven’t seen it yet, you must. Such a dynamic and jaw-dropping performance-worth every penny. B and I spent the 5 hour commute home singing the soundtrack!
It made me even more aware how absolutely in sync we are. We slept in the same bed and spent not a moment apart for 3 days and I left that weekend just wanting more. What a joy that child is. So grateful and gracious. That being said, how she’s grown! We spent the weekend traipsing the city to find the make up stores she longed to visit. Now keep in mind, I don’t let her wear it really, outside of the house, but she’s got some sort of collection going on and it’s harmless. She fell in love with Sephora and a little less in love with M.A.C. .
She is still my entire world. Nothing has changed that. I still sneak into her room each night and breathe her air. She is deliciously young and an old soul at the very same time. She is brave and kind, beautiful and giddy, a pacifist and a determined dreamer. She is all of the best of me and none of the worst. She is the culmination of a love between a daydreaming musician and a literary, intensely passionate realist. How lucky are we to have been chosen as her parents?
I am brought to tears as I think of her growing up and away from me and pray ferociously that this never happens. I know there will be trying times, but my heart longs to keep her 11. Where she is forever mine and doesn’t give her heart away to someone that I know just isn’t worthy of such a luminous treasure. Yet, I’m happy that her dreams are big, enormous even, and that the world is open to her every desire and possibility. She has only to want something enough to make it her reality. And I will be here…always. For the days when she still needs to climb in bed and feel her mothers arms wrap around her in a forever, eternally soothing embrace. I love you, little girl.