Dear LaLa,
It has been 5 years since your birth. I still can't believe the nice nurses at the hospital let me leave at age 22 with a baby in my arms. I remember fondly your dad and I walking into our tiny apartment, sheepishly looking at each other and then laughing hysterically saying "dude, we're parents now". That night (Christmas Eve) you stayed up til 5am screaming your little head off and I sat on your bedroom floor crying and hoping that I didn't get a defective one. I now know you aren't defective, you just have a penchant for the over dramatics.
Since that day you have made everyday of your little life dramatic. When you are happy, you make the sun itself shine. When you are upset you make the darkest rain cloud seem just a little more depressive. When you love, you love with every fiber of your being. You are stubborn, you are silly, you are sweet, you are cantankerous. Most of all you are, LaLa. You are my precious first born daughter. I love you baby.
Forever your Mom (whether you like it or not),
Mommy
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