When you were younger, and I was an active blogger with much more time on my hands, I would write a post to you on the 4th of every month to celebrate one more month of the world having Cella in it. Today makes 156 months of having you in our family and also, if you do the math, makes you a teenager.
Your name “Cella” comes from two words that mean Beautiful – Bella and Calla – and then we threw that "ch" sound in there to throw people off from the fact that we are actually German and make them think we are a fancy Italian family. Before you were even born, I told your Dad, “I want to make her life Beautiful!” And with that, we knew you would be called Cella.
I took it as my mission to bring beauty to your life – the dresses you wore, the room where you slept, the pictures we took, and the memories we made. I’ve wanted so much to surround you with all things Beautiful. So it surprises me to realize that it's actually YOU who has brought Beautiful to my life over and over again during the past thirteen years. Your name has ended up portraying exactly who you are and how you have impacted our lives so much more than any world I could create for you.
There is such beauty when you dance and when you sing. There is beauty in your passion. There is beauty in your vulnerability and also in your secret strength that continues to surprise me. There is beauty in your determination to be different and silly and march to beat of your own, unique drum. There is beauty in the way you give love and receive love.
Okay, so there is also a lot of drama, and I find very little beauty in that J, but I stirred up my share of drama during middle school, and thankfully there is an expiration date on drama for most people. And there can actually be beauty in the maturing process.
You are a Beautiful girl, and you make me incredibly proud to be your Mom. Thank you for making my world Beautiful and for letting me be engaged and present in your life.
I truly love you to the depths of my ability to love.