Sixteen (minus fifteen years or so)

Today is Celine's sixteenth birthday

I'm finding it hard to express how I feel about this day and its importance in my life. The birth of a first born is as much about the birth of a mother, as it is the birth of a child.  

I'm struggling this morning to put my emotions into words, and instead of teasing them out, I'm leaving them stuck at the catch in my throat. 

I love you Celine. I hope that today, and every day I am privileged to share with you, I communicate to you the unconditional love, affection and esteem I feel for you.

I can't help myself. I am head-over-heels in love with you. Still and always.

(And truly, you were such an adorable baby. And when I look at you now, almost grown-up and startlingly beautiful, on the cusp of your independence, I still see that baby. My baby.)

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