FIFTEEN

I remember exactly what I was doing fifteen years ago today, in fact, almost to the hour...you see, we rarely forget falling in love, especially when it is madly, deeply, and perfectly. Some of you may know this kind of love, for it cannot be mistaken with lust or a mere crush, ever. It is as pure as the first winter snow, and as perfect as a fragrant lilly; This love never tarnishes, it only becomes stronger with time--it is a recipe that is closely guarded, but I know that one must add a scoop of trustworthiness, several cupfulls of heaven dust, and there is the unmistakable taste of fairy dust in smaller quantities, but nonetheless it is divine!
Fifteen years ago I held my new loves face, gazing into those dazzling blue eyes, kissing them gently, holding my love to my breast and feeling a warmth so strong within my chest that I was unsure if I would melt or explode!
Over the years, this love has changed...but never wavered; it is ever strong today, even more so, than that day fifteen years ago; if you do not believe in the love I try to explain, know that it is the only true thing in my life, the only constant and beautiful emotion that I can count on...
Happy Birthday, my sweet daughter! Fifteen, a woman, a girl, a scholar, an artist, a commedienne and a fighter...You fill me with so much love, and I shall wish upon you a year full of whimsey and dance, excitement and growth, friendship and learning. May each and every one of your dreams come true, sweet one!
Love,
Your Mother