Life or Something Like It

My Baby is 23

My Baby is 23.  How is it possible that my little girl…the one who made me a mommy for the first time…went from this:

My Baby is 23

Happy Birthday, Bug

To this.  I just don’t understand.  One time, just one time, I blinked and this happened.  This child brings me more joy than I can even describe.  It should be noted that there are not enough words in the dictionary to articulate the love I have for her.

She is beautiful, brilliant, talented, giving, kind, honest, a bit weird, and can make pies like no one’s business.  Ironically, we have decided that Determination is her middle name.  For example, she sees something she wants to do, sets that goal, and meets it.

She loves Jesus.  Oh, how she loves Jesus.  Without a doubt, He created her to be so uniquely perfect.  When He looks at her, He is overjoyed.  I’m SO thankful He chose to give her to me.  That I was allowed to be on this journey of life with my precious girl.  For that, and so much more, I am beyond grateful.

Happy birthday, Bug.  Additionally, today, you are my favorite!

**Edited to note my other kids will see this, eventually, tomorrow, I will have a new favorite but I will like you a whole lot!  Make me a pie!**

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