Today you turn 11, and I have to explain to you why this is so hard for me. Every time I look at you I see this little girl.
The girl with the curly hair, the free spirit, the child who insisted that rain boots and shorts go on a day without a cloud in site. My little 4 year old Kyrie adventurous, talkative heart full of love. I know I hold you too close, give you hugs when you want to push me away and wish you would stop getting older. I also know one day you will go off to college, have a career, get married and have a family of your own and every day puts us closer to that future. I just want to keep you little, so the world won't jade you, so I can protect you from everything. So please be patient with your mom as I hug you a little more than you like. I'm just trying to hold you little as long as I can!