To my J-bear:
I really thought it would be easy to write your birthday post. I thought the words would flow like water onto my keyboard.
I thought I would have no trouble finding a way to tell you what you mean to me.
To tell you what an amazing thing it has been for me to be your stepmother.
To tell you how proud I am of how you've grown from the scared little bunny you were when I first met you almost eight years ago to the beautiful woman you are today.
To tell you how the flash of your smile lights up a room.
But I find that the words are not coming quite as easily as I thought.
What I hear in my head instead is a collection of little phrases:
"Can you braid my hair, Janet?"
"Here -- I made this for you."
"Will you take me shopping?"
"Do you want to see my art project?"
"I knew you would like this ..."
"You are coming to karate belt testing, aren't you?"
"I couldn't wait to tell you ..."
"Will you help me study for my vocab test?"
"I should have come to you first."
So, no, J-Bear. In honor of your 18th birthday, the words that come most easily are: "Thank YOU."
Thank you for coming to live with us and giving Roo-girl the real sister she craved.
Thank you for the good-night hugs. Every single time.
Thank you for the giggles.
Thank you for putting up with the woman who made you share your daddy.
Thank you for being the one to comfort me when I cried over having to give up our dog Dusty.
Thank you for giving me a chance to give you a chance.
Thank you for your earnestness and your refusal to give up.
Thank you for the Mother's Day flowers.
Thank you for your incredible heart.
Today you are officially an adult. A grown woman.
But I want to say thank you for being my J-bear.
All my love,