Today is Hailey’s birthday. She’s now officially a teenager, which seems wrong because this was her yesterday:
Or maybe it was seven years ago. Feels like yesterday.
Except yesterday she was still a pre-teen and two days ago I tucked her in like I did when she was still little and I pulled out a book to read her a story. And Hailey thought I was crazy but she went along with it. And I cried a little. And then she asked me to read her another one. And then she cried a little.
And then I kissed her on the head and she said I could still read her bedtime stories, sometimes…if I really wanted to.
It was a nice present. For both of us.
Happy birthday, Hailey. You may be a teenager, but to me you will always be my little girl.