You have always been illuminated. Your shine is bold and beautiful. I am amazed by you and humbled by your burgeoning self. You are fiercely independent (read: headstrong), impossibly creative, stunningly intuitive, seriously beautiful, cunningly clever, and so determined to be yourself despite our overbearing opinions. Making a list doesn't really cover it, but I feel compelled to assure you that I see you.
I see you and I am amazed by you every single day. I'm learning to trust your incredible mind and hoping I still have a chance to guide you in some small ways. Some days I don't even know how I should parent you best because you seem so impossibly big in your smallness. I worry that I won't know how to guide you when you come home with your problems. When you were tiny these things were fairly simple. Now you want earrings and make-up and high heeled shoes. I'm not ready for any of that, and you aren't either, so just knock it off. Stay small just a little longer so I can fit you in my lap and rock you and kiss your hurt and shout hooray when it all goes right. And if you insist on continuing to grow at this break neck speed I suppose I'll try to keep up.
I don't want to miss a minute of you.