Reality. She bites.
If, through all the buzziness of my words that it seems I am continually throwing at you you glean anything, I want it to be this: No matter where you go, no matter how near, no matter how far, no matter what you do, I am your mama and you are my Peach and I will ALWAYS cheer for you and I will ALWAYS want what's best for you and I will ALWAYS love you. To infinity and beyond. Forever and ever. Period. The end.
You light up my life in ways I never knew possible, and for the incredible gift of being your mom, I thank God every day.
Happy birthday, Maggie!