You always had a mind of your own.
When my body said it's time for you to be born, you said I don't think so, maybe in another 2 or 3 days. And when they finally dragged you out, I wondered if I knew what the hell I had gotten myself into.
It turns out it was the crowning achievement of my life.
I can't begin to count all the times you have amazed me or made me laugh or fed me all my best lines. Who's going to keep me relevant when you move on to tackle all the adventures that life is going to offer you?
But this is not about me, except in the way that you astound me and in the way that I sometimes wonder who I would be, if not for you. Now that you are officially an adult, maybe it's no longer weird and kinda creepy that you are my best friend.
Remember always that you are fierce as hell, that you have a stunningly brilliant mind, that you own this life. Put your stamp on it, and stamp hard.
Every May 30th, I will look out at the cherry tree blooming profusely outside your window, and I will remember how you blossomed and showed the world your beauty. And I will feel so blessed.
Stay fierce, always.