Happy Birthday!

 Today isn't just a birthday. It's a big birthday. 13! Wow, how did we even get here? 

The night before, as I set up, I am always humbled. The time goes so fast yet there are so many memories there for me to explore. The good and the hard and all the in between, our family has seen all the emotions. And I am left feeling so sad that my oldest is growing up and simultaneously grateful for the opportunity to see where life will lead. It's one of the craziest feelings of being a parent and one I am not sure I would know in any other aspect of life. 

We got outside to take a few pictures to mark the occasion and, my goodness, how evident it is that there has been so much growth and maturity as I watch from behind the lens. Payton, you are as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside. 

Payton went to school today and took cupcake treats. Tonight, she asked for Subway for her meal, which keeps it super simple for me. We are so excited to pick her up from school and celebrate. 

Let's end this with a letter to my child: 

My Sweet Payton,

Sweet Thirteen.

Today, you turn thirteen. Thirteen. A number that feels both impossible and exactly right. I look at you and see how quickly you are maturing—how you are no longer the tiny baby I carried out of the hospital or the little toddler, holding my hand, and wanting to be with me every minute of the day. You are no longer that kindergartener coming running to me after school with a huge hug and telling me you missed me too much while you were away from me. When was the last time you came out of your room at night, after tucking you in, and you begged to sleep next to me in my bed? You are your own person now, growing into yourself with a quiet confidence that takes my breath away.

You are sweet, kind, and beautiful. I know how you work hard to make everyone around you feel included. You also carry a strength far greater than you realize. Still my little mother hen, always watching out for everyone else, yet also stepping into new adventures of your own—softball, basketball, and all the brave firsts that came with this year. 

I am unworthy to call you mine, and so deeply grateful that God gave us you anyway. What a gift you have been from the very beginning.

I will treasure the memories of your childhood forever—the giggles, the cuddles, walking in the park, reading all the books, the milestones, the moments that slipped by too quickly. And now I look forward to watching you chase your dreams in these teen years, discovering who you are and who you’re becoming.

Forever our baby girl.

Love,

Mom