The city was practically under the snow the day you came into the world. It was paralyzed, as if God had made a stop just to let you arrive. I have repeated this to you over and over. And once again, when you were born you changed my life. You became my greatest teacher. Yes, you. With your roguish, blue and flirty eyes. With your little ballerina steps. With your brash innocence.
I had never learned more about myself than since you came into my life. I had never felt what it is to give in completely to another person. What it is to be willing to give your heart and life if necessary. For you, I would give it all. Never doubt about it.
At some point, you will say that I do not understand you. I can see already your rebellious character in that impetus and uncontrolled baby crying that you sometimes give me. At some point you will think I’m not your friend, and remember this, I do not pretend to be. I want to be your mother, your guide. When you will become a woman and you will stand alone before life, until that day you just might consider me your friend. Meanwhile I’ll be your protective cloak. Your magic wand that will try to do everything possible and impossible to make your dreams come true. The lioness that will defend you from any danger. The pillow where you can rest when needed. The handkerchief that will dry your tears when someone hurts you. The balm that will cure any of your wounds. Your happy place when you need to escape. Your umbrella to cover you from the rain. Your nights full of stars so you never miss the way. The sun over your head so you can enjoy life. The shelter that will protect you from the cold and the wind. I will be all of that and more.
Blessed are the two years that we have been together. You, with two years of life and me, staring at two years of motherhood. Blessed be God who gave me one of his angels a day like today. And as for giving you wings… that will be my job.
Happy Birthday my love!
