Your daddy went overseas when you were 11 days old. I was terrified, but I was not alone. You were there with me. I never would have guessed that someone so small could help me through so much, and that such an amazing bond would be possible, despite your young age.
I was terrified of being a first-time mom, and a single mom on top of that. It was hard, but not as hard as I imagined. Somehow I knew, for the most part, what I needed to do. What I didn't, you showed me. When I look back on that year, it was the hardest year of my life, but it may have also been the best.
This past Saturday, at 11:02 in the morning, was exactly four years since I gave birth to you. Then, Monday morning, you started preschool. I am so proud of you, but I can't lie that a little piece of my heart is breaking because you are no longer my tiny little four-pound baby (I still swear that you heard me say that your daddy was coming home, so you decided you had to hurry up and make it out, lol). You have grown into an absolutely beautiful young lady and I love you very much. I am so happy that you are enjoying school so much and I know you are going to learn a ton. You are so smart.
I love you, sweetheart ♥
Brand new!
The first time I held you.
One year old!
Two!
Three!
Four!
First day of preschool!
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