When you were born, things got rough.
I swore I could pass a ship through these hips...
but apparently I could not
"It's a little girl. A really, really little girl", said the Doctor, not my Doctor.
My Doctor was in Paris and you were early; something I rarely am.
I'd thought you were going to be a big boy, and I thought I wanted that, until I came to my drugless senses the morning after your early arrival and I stared down into your denim eyes, took in your circle, pink cheeks, all five pounds of you, and realized that you, the very little girl you, were in fact, the very little thing I truly wanted, without my knowledge.
And not a day has passed where I've known what to expect since.
You're fifteen today and I hate it..
1) I hate that with each passing day you grow older and more interesting
2) I hate that I miss you the moment you're out of sight and even when you're sleeping
3) I hate that soon you can learn to drive and all those rotten drivers will surround you
5) I hate that you have no idea how funny you are
6) I hate that you always isolate yourself and have no clue how many people want to know you well
7) I hate that one day you'll grow up and leave me
8) I hate that you have ruined me for regular people, people who are easy and constant
9) I hate that you have no concept of how utterly beautiful you are
10) I hate that I, a lover of words and a fountain of feelings, can never find a way to express how very much I love you, nor inform you that I live purely to make you happy. I'm inept at telling you that you've changed me irrevocably in countless ways, for the better. I hate that I can't explain to you just this - Baby, I am your biggest fan.
Happy Birthday, my 15 year old puzzle of a daughter.
You're everything I never wanted.
Emphasis on EVERYTHING.
You're everything to me.
