Dear Quinn ~
Today you turned 8.
And I can’t believe it was eight years ago today that you were born. You are my silly and sweet. My stubborn and smart. My wild. My love. My youngest.
It’s amazing how quickly the last eight years have passed. It was just yesterday that I was rocking you to sleep and swaddling you. It’s so hard to imagine ten years in the future when you will be off on adventures all your own. That sounds like such a long time, 10 years does. It’s not though, Quinn. No one realizes that more than a mother.
I remember the day you were born like it really were yesterday. My 35 weeker. My NICU graduate. My last baby.
The days seem long but the years are short. And I will never have enough time with you.
Happy 8th birthday, Quinn. I hope it is everything you imagined it would be and we are all so happy to be celebrating glorious you.
Mama loves you Quinn.
Love Mama.
