Tomorrow my baby will be 18. I cry. Not because I am sad, but because I am so very proud of her. I really like her as a person.
I was incredibly happy to find out I would be a Mommy. I cried with joy on the exam table the first time I heard her heart beat. I watched with amazement during the ultrasound as she literally climbed up feet first the side of her little room (womb), lifted her little bottom up and slid back down. The day she arrived into this world she was awake the entire day...never slept. She welcomed everyone who came to see her at the hospital with those pretty blue eyes.
I wanted Olivia to be who she was born to be. I tried to be open to what she wanted to do in life and not push her in any specific direction. Olivia is and always has been a dreamer. She is only limited by how much she can imagine. Since she was a little girl she was story teller. Now she is an author and performer.
Olivia is a good person. She will celebrate with you, encourage you and even hurt with you. She is soft spoken, but listen and you will hear a young women who is wise beyond her years. Olivia is unique and has never followed trends or "the crowd". (Hence the tutu and converse) She will move on to college this year and God is preparing my heart for her to leave. I know she will do amazing things out in the world. I was given this gift for just a short time and I hope I did enough.
If I could create one word to mean beauty, grace, witty, smart, calm and love; it would be
OLIVIA
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