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Tomorrow my baby girl turns 11.

My baby, my firstborn, my angel is going to be 11 years old.

I have thought back over the past 11 years and can't believe how fast it has gone.

I can't believe that in this time again she will be 21 - the age I was when I had her. I cant say im not scared of her getting older, I am petrified.
I am scared because things are like they were when I was a kid, it seems a so much harsher and harder world to grow up in.
She's growing up too fast, I want time to slow down and for her to stay innocent and naïve forever.

That's not going to happen though is it?

Instead I just hope she grows up knowing she is loved and appreciated, I want her to know that every day of my life I thank god for bringing me such a beautiful, clever child that makes me laugh every single day.

I want her to have a happy and fulfilled life with no regrets.

Whatever she chooses to do with her life, and whatever she becomes, all I want is for her to be comfortable in her own skin and make the most of every single minute.
