My Daughter is turning seventeen, and I don't feel a year older than sixteen.

Today is my baby's birthday. She turns 17. I know, she's not a baby any more, but to me she will always be my baby, no matter how corny that sounds.

I can't believe how fast time passes. I remember when I learned that I was pregnant, and even though I was 17... yup, her age now... I always had dreams of how she would look like when she finally came out of me, and then when she was born, I wondered how she would look like at five years old. When she turned five I remember thinking how she would look like when she turned fifteen. That day came and I remember thinking just how beautiful she looked, and I couldn't believe I had a fifteen year old daughter. Now two more years have passed, and all the expectations and the hopes I had for her, have come true, and I feel very proud of being her mom. She is a very responsible individual, even more responsible than me sometimes, and in one month she will finish school and will be graduating, something I never did, because I decided to take my GED and get my diploma.

I love you Rebecca, you have made my life worth living. Happy Birthday.