I’ve been buying worries for eight years now.
I worried when you didn’t sleep,
When I thought that you would.
I worried when you warmed slowly.
And played carefully.
And loved thoughtfully.
I worried when you watched from the side.
Then, I worried when you joined in.
I worried when you laughed and cried and angered.
Then, I worried when you didn’t.
Because that’s how worries flow with first borns – plentifully.
I worried when your fingers loosened their grip with mine.
And when you questioned me.
And when you planted your feet firmly, chin tilted, eyes set – in a stance and gaze and way that matched my own.
Even then, I worried.
But as it turns out, I needn’t have worried quite so much.
You’ve turned into the kind of girl whose perfect birthday was equal parts
Shared with the sweetest of friends,
Every step of the way.
I whisper these loosened-for-now worries ever so quietly, but still, I do loosen their hold.
Because your shine is bright, and its reach is far.
Hold your sparkle close, sweet girl, it will serve you well.
Happy 8th birthday Kayli, my glitteriest star!