Our amazing cheetah girl is 14. That's getting closer to cheetah 'woman' than cheetah 'girl'--and we're none too happy about it.
At 14, you are still so much a little girl. And we love you for this! We want you to continue to live as a child as long as you can--because before you know it, you will be an adult. And you'll have to....adult. And...bleh.
So, play your music, draw all day, write songs, sing loudly, and enjoy it.
I love you more than my heart can hold. I love when you wake up, and quietly come up behind me
Here's a secret--you know how I always get on you to brush your hair, make sure there's no mascara under your eyes, and ensure you don't look like a homeless drifter? Yeah, THAT conversation. I actually love that you don't care; that you think it's incredulous that anyone would judge you for not brushing your hair, or for wearing a wrinkly shirt.
"Why?" you asked.
"Because that's a very 'risky' haircut."
"Why? It's just hair."
"True, but many people will assume you're a certain kind of person because of your hair."
"Why? That's stupid."
You made me a mommy. You created a part of my heart that I didn't have before. You showed me a way of loving that I didn't know existed. How much do I love you? All the spots. All the spots in the world.
You are my baby, and you always will be.
All the spots,