11 years already. It seems like yesterday that we were celebrating you entering the double digits. And here you are now, already 11.
Two lines side by side in parallel rather than unison as if to signify your independence. How I miss those years of 8 that had the perfection, continuity and infinity of form. Back then, I was Almighty. Now, you are beginning to see my weaknesses. Just last weekend you were quizzing me on the existence of God and asking me so many “whys” that I was forced to say that I was still trying to figure things out myself. I'm lucky you are a tomboy and not asking me about kissing, dating, love letters... (I wrote my first when I was your age, but there's no way I'm going to admit this to you just yet...)
You find it strange that suddenly I don't have the answers to everything. You are already scrutinizing so many of my choices from the husband I married (your father) to my choice of country to live...And you declared that you keep
Soon your admiration for me will cease and you'll enter the teen years. But I’m kind of looking forward to the challenges you are bound to throw my way (I hope you are just as inventive as I was!).
Up until now we’ve been 1, but now the 11 is beginning to slash through. 11 seems strong and symmetrical, but it really isn’t so. Don’t be fooled by the power of this number and don’t rush forth too fast, little one. Indeed, there is the strength of the two unwavering lines and their refusal to bend. But don’t forget the atrocities: the uncertainty of the eleventh hour, the 11/9/2001 attack that changed the world, and let’s not forget the popular idiom – “up to eleven” or “these go to eleven” which has come to refer to anything being exploited to its utmost abilities or apparently exceeding them. CLICK HERE to see what I mean.
Oh, Mel, how I already miss you every day even though you are here. Thank you for still allowing me to kiss you, tickle you and buy you bunnies... Please, let's l i n g e r for as long as we can in this in-between place. Let's not take the amp to 11 just yet but find middle place between those two stubbornly separate lines.
Lots of love always my little bee,
PS. You had just one guest and her sister - with Z that made four of you altogether - and you made your own birthday cake together with your friends, I took you all to the Hilton's pool, we went for a film and squeezed in as much life and vigour as we could into just one day. A beautiful day...not quite as perfect as the day when I first looked into your bright, intelligent eyes. Many happy returns.