Sure, there are eyerolls and the occasional arm crossing and whines and door slamming and “you’re the worst”ing and sighs over science projects and drama because you are fourteen.
But mostly there are smiles and laughs and stories and hugs and dancing.
And polar bears.
(Not really. Since they are illegal. I checked.)
What a little lady you have become. You are gentle and kind, sweet and sensitive. You are charming and elegant, goofy and silly. You are also strong and passionate, fierce and dedicated. You are focused and talented. A force to be reckoned with, a doctor or an actress in the making. Or playing a doctor on tv.
Happy polar bear-less 14th birthday, My Bama Bear. I am so lucky that I get to be your mama.