You are not nearly this or half of that. You are not almost or over. You are not in the middle of up, or on the way out.
You are all of 11.
And though I’ll never miss a thing, I miss you just the same. Happy birthday, daughter. It’s the time of year to put old clothes away, and party.
My girl was a big girl, her own girl, with her own loves and her own life. I was a spectator, but the show was splendid and I still had the best seat in the house. If I were forever looking forward or lingering too long looking backward, I would miss too much. I would miss it all. – Momma Zen
Wishing Georgia Grace the happiest of days…
and you too, Momma.xo
Comment by Kirsten Michelle — August 12, 2010 @ 4:03 pm
And she just keeps becoming! Happy birthday, Georgia Grace.
Comment by Kathryn — August 12, 2010 @ 7:06 pm
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Comment by Swirly — August 13, 2010 @ 4:40 am
happy birthday to georgia, and happy mother’s day to you. thank you for this gentle reminder…as i truly do ‘have the best seat in the house’, yet always seem to miss some sacred ordinariness (with my lingering and leaning).
Comment by melissa — August 13, 2010 @ 12:38 pm
Happy Birthday to Georgia and Happy Birth Day to you, Karen.
Comment by Meg — August 13, 2010 @ 11:36 pm
I love this, wanting to hug my own daughter near at the reading of it. Happy belated birthday, Georgia!
Comment by Katie Murphy — August 16, 2010 @ 2:32 pm