Fourteen. Going on 25. Going on two. And all within a minute of each other.
We sometimes forget that she's still a child, but growing into a wonderful young woman. And she sometimes forgets that she's growing up, but is still a child in so many ways she doesn't even realize.
It was just yesterday that I held her in my arms, just a tiny baby who came out struggling to breathe. It was a rough start for both of us, but somehow we both made it through.
She is everything I could ever have wanted in a daughter, and so much more than I ever even knew could exist in another human being. And I am amazed that she still loves to hang out with me, is so gentle when it really matters, and calls me one of her best friends. She even thinks I'm cool at times.
She is one of the funniest people I know, the absolute smartest girl I know, and the prettiest girl I know. She's beautiful in every sense of the word.