Right now, 23 years ago, we were standing bedside next to your mama holding onto the rails with sheer excitement. A tad bit of the jitters, as I had a 12 week old Kali growing in my belly.
Getting clammy myself a few times, with the lovely morning sickness overwhelming me just minutes before you'd make your debut into this big world.
You came out quietly. Stoic, with long fingers, and the most beautiful skin I'd ever lay my eyes on again.
Snapping pictures with a throw-a-way camera. Twisting that little black reel around trying to get as many as I could.
Of you.
You'd become the most easiest baby. Quiet, and always full of smiles.
Cheeks to pinch at the cutest moments.
Loved hard by your mom and dad. Always holding a cute place in your dads soul. He calls you"Punkin"-
There was a song by Gwen Stefani we'd sing to you..."Just A Girl"
Your spirit offers everyone around you delight.
Some days you want to close the world out, and yet you get up and go for it again.
You've learned in the Twenty Three years just how cruel people can be. Especially boys.
Them dirty boys. Lol
You let things roll off your feathers like a duck, and yet stand up tall when shit gets weird. Like a flock of geese. HAHA!
I hope this day is good to you. As you grow, the birthdays become a mundane reality. The excitement of gifts, and surprises come around a little less, if I'm being real here...this is just life.
Twenty Three.
You will NEED to take care of YOU. No one else can make you happy and well, like YOU.
Don't ever forget that.
You are in charge of YOU.
You are a infectiously loving. Happy. Loyal. Pure. And adorable.
May you always have sunshine in your path. May you sort through evil things and people calmly.
May you be safe from the harsh things in this life. May the beautiful parts of this Earth show up at just the right time. From rainbows to thunderstorms.
Because life will be just like that. Rainbows. And thunderstorms.
It's the strength within on how you'll handle it.
NEVER EVER give up.
You're loved by many, and a deepness you'll never know.
I love you my little Tor-Tor!
Auntie Lisa & Uncle Billy.
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