My girl, how I wish time would hold still. I feel you slip away like grains of sand between my fingers and even though I know that our kids are not our kids that they are not born for us but through us, it’s painful yet exciting to see you grow.

Yesterday I got home and you were all waiting to go to dinner. You greeted me at the door and said, “See my make up? I went for a natural look.” And you are just 7, 7!

On our way back from dinner we were listening to your favorite song by One Direction, What Makes You Beautiful and you looked at me and said, “Don’t you just want to marry them?” I laughed and said, “Which one?” And you said all four. “I would have four husbands.” Ha ha.

I love you Khloe because your spirit remains free, untamed. Because you hold strong to what you believe is true. Because rules don’t apply to you, and although this is our daily struggle it’s also what makes you YOU.