It's amazing how just the acknowledgment of the day can bring back every single memory of the day. I can remember it so clearly. It's bizarre to me how vividly I can recreate every single moment of her being born. And how melancholy it makes me throughout the day. I could sit and stare at her, and cry my eyes out with love for her. I rarely let myself get all "I'm a goddess because I made her," but on her birthday, I let the thought and emotion run free. The kid rocks. And she's mine.
And, she's five.
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