Today, you are nine years old.
Halfway to eighteen.
Oh, how my mama heart aches.
Please stop growing up, Taylor.
You have no idea how badly I wish I could keep you little forever.
This is where you are right now.
In your room with your doll Juliet.
I wish you could stay here with me forever.
Happy 9th birthday, sweet Chicken Noodle.
I am so incredibly proud of you.
I will love you forever.