Madison, I remember the exact moment I knew you were to be. I remember kneeling by my bed and thanking God for the gift of your life.
I remember Grandma holding my hand as I labored with you, and the look of worry on Grandpa's face as I left the room for the C-section that would finally bring you into the world. (You even started your life being late! I shouldn't be surprised now!)
I remember standing by your crib with Daddy, thinking you were exactly what I had prayed you would be.
I remember rocking you in your room, thinking of all the fun times we had ahead of us.
I remember your first day of Kindergarten, and how you chose your own outfit and how you would wear your hair.
I remember finding you asleep under the bedspread tent you made, surrounded by all your Barbies.
I remember how happy you were to become a big sister. Every single time.
I remember all these things about the little one that made me the thing I dreamed most of becoming...a mother.
And now, I am making new memories with the young woman that little one has become.
I taught you how to tie your shoes and button your clothes. Now, you teach me how to tie a scarf and wear the right boots with my jeans.
I taught you how to look for the best in people. You remind me to do just that.
I taught you how to drink milk from a cup. Now you teach me all about different kinds of delicious tea.
I no longer stand by your crib, my daughter. Now, when you get in your car and drive off to new adventures, I stand by the door and think you are exactly what I had prayed you would be.
Happy 18th Birthday, Madison Marie. I love you!