|A letter to my daughter on her 4th birthday|
|Written by OHmommy|
|Thursday, 24 February 2011 08:15|
Today you turn four.
I've sat before my computer staring at that statement for too long wondering, of course, where the time has gone. You've lectured me about how important it is to turn four so that you can, on your tippy tippy toes, reach the cereal shelf in the pantry like your siblings. I've begged you to hit the pause button just allowing me a couple of extra days to get used to the idea. "But if I never turn four den I never turn five and den I never tall enough, like this." When you speak every muscle in your body is on stage. Your eyes grow double in size. Your arms navigate your words through sweeps and claps. You are so incredibly dramatic. It's simply fascinating.
That tenacious spirit of yours is infectious. People around you linger in your presence, craving more. Random mothers at preschool stop to ask me, "Is she yours? She's just so... cute." Strangers peer out of their car windows and smile when we make our weekly pilgrimage to Target. At the grocery store elderly shoppers stop to observe you singing to the produce, your repertoire changes each week mimicking everything from Barney to Usher. Everything you do, you do with copious amounts of rainbows sashaying around you.
You've never know anything but love, my dearest Feenie. Daddy says that I love you too much and he has the dental records to prove it. You are the first to rise and the first in our bed. "I no like being alone" you whisper each morning. I flatten out the sheets between us and invite you in. Your toes make it into the palms of my hand, my nose reaches your neck and I grind the teeth God gave me out of the crazy love I have for you. I blame time.
I have too much time, to love you. Years younger than your siblings we are inseparable and alone together for most of the day. Prolonged cuddles dominate our afternoons. I find myself lost in your world of make believe listening to your energetic stories of mermaids, fairies and sharks - a perfect blend of sparkle and spunk. Much like you.
You want to be a dolphin trainer who also works on sharks when you grow up. Your favorite color is pink but sometimes aqua. You can write the first three letters of your nine letter name. Your teachers say that you keep them on their toes. You get what you want, when you want it, always. You spend hours coloring and never go outside of the lines. You beg for tickles. You rock at sword fighting in a tutu. You are one of a kind, my dearest sweetest most colorful Feenie. Happy fourth birthday.
All the love in the universe,
|Last Updated on Thursday, 24 February 2011 08:40|