Eleven.

Dear Morgan,

 

 

 

Eleven years ago today, I got to meet you for the first time and hold you in my arms.

 

I didn't know if you were a boy or girl until after you made your first screams, which were music to my ears.  It seemed like there were about 35 people there in my hospital room who all shouted at once, "It's a girl!!"

 

Dad and I didn't decide on a name for you if you were going to be a girl until that very day.  I had been trying to convince him what a great name Morgan was for a few months.  He finally agreed to it when we were in the elevator on our way up to the sixth floor in the hospital.  He knows now that mama usually gets her way.

 

Your big big brother was so excited to meet you and have someone to play with.  He used to say "Hiiiiiii Moooooh-giiiie!" and kiss your little forehead.

 

You are the very definition of a "girly-girl" and I wouldn't want it any other way.

 

Your little laugh is still contageous, and I don't think you realize how I love to hear it to this very day.

 

Your curls went away after a few haircuts, but don't worry.  You are on track to have them come back in about 7th or 8th grade, just like mine did.  You will hate them and your hair will never do what you want.  Don't stress out about it.  Do the best you can.

 

You hit a rough patch in preschool when Andy had to go off to kindergarden and wasn't by your side any more.  I love how close you two are, and when you cuddle with him on the couch to watch re-runs of The Office, it makes me feel happy.

 

You were off to kindergarden yourself before I knew it, and by then you had gained your independence, and took elementary school by the horns!

 

You are so very smart, and have a million friends who love you!

 

I love watching you grow, and learn new things, and improve on the things you already know how to do.  You are becoming such an amazing dancer, I can't wait to watch you perform.  I still tear up every time.  I'm sure this year will be no different.

 

I love that you have so many of the same interests that I do, and we can shop, sew, knit, scrapbook, etc, together any time.

 

You are getting so mature, and I absolutely love the person you have become.

 

You don't understand how happy it made me today when I told you that you could do anything you wanted on your birthday, and you chose to have a "Mommy Morgie" shopping day.  FIVE hours at the mall today girl.  We KILLED it!  (and you owe me)

 

Your awesomeness makes you shine, Morgan.  I am so lucky God picked you when he was deciding which daughter to send to me.  I cherish you every single day, and I thank you for being you!

 

I love you more, Morgie Pie!!  Happy Birthday, sweet girl!

 

 

 

Love you to pieces,

 

XOXOX

 

Mama