Dear Blaine,
On your birthday, I am feeling so conflicted. I want you to stay little for as long as possible.
I often stop and wonder how this is all happening so fast. Sometimes, I wish I could just freeze things now before you get all grown up on me! While I love that you are growing up and maturing into a sweet girl, I also still want my baby girl to be just that—my “baby”.
I remember the day you were born with such fondness and joy. It was a sunny September day in Stamford, Connecticut. We went to the hospital early that morning on 9/28/10 not knowing if you were going to be a baby girl or a baby boy. All we knew was we would call you “Blaine”, which was a family name on your Dad’s side.
