Tonight I went into your room after you fell asleep like I’ve done for five years. I giggle at your funny position sprawled across the bed and tuck you back in. I smell your head and kiss your cheek. It’s so different now. I maneuver your lanky limbs and untangle your long, long hair instead of giving you a pacifier and adjusting your swaddle. You smell like “Frozen” shampoo and crayons instead of a baby. You’re not a baby.
You’re five years-old today. Five years. Half a decade. I shake my head as I type it. It’s a parent cliche to say “Where has the time gone?!” But, sweet girl “Where has the time gone?!”
I’ll tell you where it has gone. It’s gone to 1,825 days of watching you, teaching you and believing in you. It’s been 260 weeks of Daddy and I marveling at how much you’ve learned, worrying over your mistakes and praying for your strength. We spent 60 months devoting ourselves to your life because you make ours so amazing.
Daddy and I were so proud of you on Sunday when friends came to celebrate you and Henry’s birthdays. You made sure to introduce anyone who didn’t know each other. You showed your friends around and thanked your relatives for gifts. You make us laugh with your imaginative stories and inquisitive nature. You are expressive and creative. You love to write letters and spell out words. You want to know Spanish words and basic math. You amazed us on your soccer team this fall. You learned to play with your team and run hard. You sang the loudest among the kids in the preschool choir at church last week. The choir teachers said they were glad you came because you always sing loud. I love and admire your fearlessness. I’ve been singing the song you sang, “God made me so I can do these things! That is why I sing!”
You make me feel like I can do anything when you say, “You’re the best Mommy in the world!” I feel like God made me to be your mother. It is the honor of my life to be a mama to you and Henry. Thank you for these last five years. I wish you at least 95 more.
Happy Birthday. I love you, my darling, darling girl.