Dear Ellery Jane,

You were correct when you said I would cry when I started to write this letter. My eyes welling up just thinking of you in that little pink tutu on your first birthday.

From the very beginning you were spunk and sass and rainbows and butterflies, and you lit up our world with your witty banter.

Sidney and Audrey thought you were their personal babydoll and loved showing you off to anyone they encountered.

I still have to resist the urge on a regular basis to tell everyone I meet about the wonder of you. I want to scream it from the rooftops.

Have you met this young lady?

She is fierce.

She is strong.

She has the most beautiful and passionate sense of wrong and right and will always advocate for the underdog.

She will run the world one day.

I cannot believe I got picked to be your Momma.

I wish I could turn back the clock, even for just one night, and bring your daddy back.

I wish I could take away the pain.

I can’t but I can walk with you through the hurt.

I promise to never leave your side (well except for that time you go away to college, but we can negotiate what that looks like).

I am so proud of you Ellery Jane.

14 looks amazing on you.

I love you to the moon and back.

Love,

Momma

P.S. – It was a tough choice this year after all the good tunes you exposed me to, but I had to go with a classic. No one out there like Pink to give you a well-earned anthem- you are here.