The Twee Destroyer Of Hearts Is FIVE!
Today my Twee Destroyer of Hearts turns 5.
She is not so twee anymore, but she still breaks your heart into a million pieces with her beautiful smile and crazy personality.
5 years since I became a mother. 5 years since Husband and I embarked on this path to insanity and sleepless nights. 5 years of exhaustion, frustration and bewilderment. 5 years of humility.
5 years of the purest love on the planet. The love between a mother and her child.
And the thing is, as cliche as it sounds, I really do love her more today than on the day she was born. I think that when you first give birth, the love is instinctual and raw and biological. Your job, your whole reason for existing (biologically speaking) is to protect and care for your child. To make sure that your genetics make it and pass down.
But now 5 years have passed and the fog has lifted and I can really see her now.
I don’t have to rely on just my motherly instincts anymore (and let’s just say THANK GOD she survived because I pretty much had no idea what the fuck I was doing most of the time) because she’s turned into this wonderful little human being that I would be drawn to even if she wasn’t mine.
Now I get to love her not just because biology says I have to and babies are delicious; I get to love her because she’s turned into this spirited, empathetic, intelligent, enthusiastic, gorgeous and creative little person.
I get to love her because honestly, all assholery aside, my daughter is pretty fucking rad.
5 years ago I had this insane, rocket fast delivery of a 7 pound, 14 oz little spitfire.
I am so grateful for her and all she’s done for my life.
Happy Birthday Baby. My love for you is already so big I feel like there isn’t room in my heart for it. And it just keeps growing. Have the best day ever.