My Girl

Twenty-nine years ago today, August 19, 1981, I was twenty-nine years old and, at 1:21am, I met an amazing person. She gazed at me with her big, blue eyes and I said, "Hi, Debra, I'm your mommy." Since that moment, she has brought me joy, laughter, happiness and love. She is smart and funny, kind and generous. She was a peaceful baby, a curious toddler, a bright young girl and a talented teen. She’s finished college, worked in the ‘real’ world and is now about to be “Dr. Deb”, the second in our family to earn a PhD.

Don't get me wrong, we've had our moments; times when I've yelled at her, times when she's yelled at me and times when we've just yelled at each other. We've pouted and nagged and picked at one another. But, even at our worst moments, neither of us has doubted that we're family and we love each other. And, most of our moments have been good moments. We've shared a lifetime of happy experiences and created precious memories with each other, family, friends and pets.

Of course, I love her deeply and always will. But, better still, I really, really like her. If she weren't my daughter, I'd still want her as my friend. She is a good person. She's grown up to be independent, self-sufficient, intelligent, honest, kind, thoughtful, talented, creative, and generous. I could go on but you get the picture. She's the best thing in my life and I love being her mom.

Happy Birthday, my little B. These 29 years have flown by and I know the next 29 will be filled with even more love and joy.  Love, Mom.