Here I am typing when I should be sleeping - I can't help myself although I really should.
The strangest thing has been happening lately, I see my own face when my daughter looks at me.
I see the younger me, the kid version, a reflection long since changed - but my own none the less.
Except, it's her.
Last night after I came home from work, Matthew and his Dad went out for boy time - this left me and my Mimz all alone (rare) for a few hours.
We decided that a hot bath would be a good place to start followed by homemade perfect popcorn and a movie.
We soaked in the tub flapping our gums until the water turned icy.
It was the best bath I have taken in a long time.
We caught up on all the second grade gossip - I know a lot about every kid in her class and all the antics on the school bus.
We discussed feminine things, like when a girl starts her period and why some girls have big boobs and some girls get none.
We talked about blond vs. brown hair, straight hair vs. curly - her blue eyes vs. my green.
I promised her - most things change - hair, boobs and boys.
We discussed her education, how great she is at reading and what a fabulous writer she has become.
She says she wants to write just like me (that makes my heart flame), I love that my own daughter sees me as a writer.
We talked and talked as our skin wrinkled and we began to shiver - it was perfection all around.
We drained the tub, moisturized, got on pj's and made pop-corn, then we snuggled on the couch and stuffed our faces.
Thing about my Emma, is that I love spending time with her, being with her is effortless, feels like being with an extension of the best part of myself.
That is what she is, the best parts of me - and so, so so so much more.
I can't believe how lucky I am.
She is amazing beyond.
I make a point, every day to tell her that - you are amazing, the best thing that ever happened to me, a sweet, smart, kind little girl -
I tell her constantly - I love you.
She turns 8 tomorrow and I can't believe it, how the time just ticks on by, but also that life ever existed without or before her.
Feels like she has always been with me.
That is why it feels so nuts when she looks at me and I see myself - it's the her that was always in me waiting to be born.
She's awesome.
Happy Birthday my Mimzy, so glad you're here.
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tears in my eyes. this is amazing. exactly how i hope to be talking about stella's 8th birthday... in 4 years, yes, but still!
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