You already know you aren't getting a present. The party is the present, and I'm glad you're excited about your teenage fete. But I didn't want the day to go by without at least giving you some kind of public declaration of affection.
There are a few things I want you to know. You already know the mommy stuff. I love you ~you are my baby~ I'm so proud la la blah blah.
But there's more.
I like you. You're a fine person and funny too. If I didn't know you, I'd want to.
I don't miss your baby self. Sure, sometimes I wax nostalgic, but in reality I am amazed by you each day. I can't wait to see what you do next, your growing up has been so fascinating, I'd never go back.
And you know what? You smell the same. When I hug you or sneak into your room late at night to push back your hair and kiss your forehead... you smell like you did the day you were born. Like snow, and cold milk, and cotton. I don't miss you because you're still here. And you don't ever have to worry about leaving me, because you live behind my eyes, under my skin, and in the air. You are my exhale.
And I want to say thank you for being a wonderful big sister. I never had a sister... but the way they love you. You've managed some greatness there. Sometimes they smile only for you. It can't be easy, and you make it look easy. You allow them into your life and they follow you around like baby chicks.
Anyway, that's that. No more mush from me.
I hope you are having a wonderful sweet sixteen,
You are magnificent and your mother loves you.