Happy Birthday Dear Daughter

On October 8, 1970 at the ripe old age of 19, I gave birth to you, my first child, a beautiful baby girl.



We named you Barbara Ann, mostly because being a child of the 60’s I was in love with the Beach Boys and my favorite song was Barbara Ann.

So I began to raise you, my little Barbie doll, although I was little more than a child myself.

The years went by so fast, I can hardly believe it.



If I would have known then, what I know now.

How different things would have been.

But I’ve learned many things from you, my dear.

Lessons of love and absolute joy.

Lessons of opening and gratitude.

Lessons of letting go and letting in.

Lessons of growing up and growing old.



And believe me when I say, I am so proud of you. You are so beautiful. And you are loved absolutely. My little girl.



Happy Birthday!
With Love, Mom