She sits next to me in the car, touching the screen on her ipod, her hair pulled back into a bun. I glance at her, and watch her as she gets out to teach a ballet class, and my heart wells with pride.
She’s growing up. The little girl who would sit in my arms begging for me to read her a story now is now just a shadow. A memory.
Today is that sweet little one grown up’s 14th birthday.
It was 14 years ago today, at 11:59 pm that Chloe Laurella was born. Right as a day was ending, just on time, and early for the next day. Her birth was balm for my soul, for my family. She was born seven days after my grandmother, Laurella, died. And Chloe, she was hope and healing for us all.
Now, she’s grown. Beautiful.
Motherhood is so bittersweet. In one moment they’re tiny, little babes and the next almost grown. Let my eyes be awake, be aware, for all the moments, the glorious in the everyday.
Happy 14th Birthday Chloe Laurella. You are loved. So loved.