Five years ago, you came into our lives and we have never been the same. Five years ago today, you filled our hearts with more love than we ever imagined. It was instant and perfect, your big blue eyes held our gaze, and we were forever changed by 6 pounds and 12 ounces of pure baby love.
In five years, you have taught us so much. Sometimes I long to go back and rock you just one more time, I would linger a bit longer after you fall asleep in my arms and kiss your head a million times. Just one more time, but I wouldn’t trade this sweet time for all of the baby snuggles in the world. No doubt, you fill our lives with so much joy, it’s hard to be sad as you leave a stage behind. I always find myself taking your lead and living carelessly in the moment when I’m with you. Time spent with you is always well spent.
At five, you are so full of love. You have a kind and tender heart, you think of others, and never meet a stranger. One of my favorite things about you is your courage. You stand up in front of everyone at church and sing songs and tell Bible stories with confidence most adults couldn’t muster. You always introduce yourself to new people, and make new friends faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. I hope you never lose that spark, it will take you so far in life.
You love to sing and dance. You are always making up a new song about whatever it is you’re doing. I’ve never met anyone as full of life as you are, BK.
You are full of wonder. You have the biggest imagination and I love to sit back and watch you play and create. You love to paint and draw, you love to play board games, and you love for us to read to you. You love to hurry upstairs as soon as we get home and put on your favorite princess dress or raid my closet for a necklace or high heels.
You are the best shopping buddy, and you love to have your nails painted. You love to pick out fancy things to wear and dress yourself. Your favorite color is purple, you love to play hide and seek and Memory Match.
But, don’t let your love of all things sparkly fool anyone. You love to go fishing with your daddy, and dig for worms. Just last week you filled your pocket full of dirt and put two earthworms in with the dirt, to keep them comfy. You only love worms and lizards and frogs, all other bugs (and crawly things) are met with a scream that can be heard a few houses down.
We watched you become a big sister this year and my goodness, how you’ve thrived in the role. Judson adores you, he lights up when he sees you across the room, and you are sweetest big sister. You have been a tremendous help to me over the past year, and I’ve had to be careful and remind myself how little you still are.
You are so smart. I’m not just saying that because you are mine, you are really, really smart. You are blending words, and love for us to give you math problems. It’s not just reading and math, your memory is impeccable. You can remember things down to the tiniest detail. Sometimes you say things like, remember that time when I was three and went to the park? And I’ll say, Sure, we love the park. And then you’ll keep on until you can remind me of the specific time you’re referring to. Usually something like, and remember there was a girl named Emily who played with me on the swings, and you pushed me high and I was wearing that Elsa shirt and your hair was down and beautiful, and then we ate ice cream. It was a fun day, right mom? Seriously. You amaze me!
Five. You have been talking about turing five for months now. You might be a little heartbroken when I tell you (again) that you don’t get to go to kindergarten just because you turned five and you’ll have to wait until August.
I promise to love you forever, more and more each day, to always encourage you to be yourself. I promise to keep these days close to my heart, and I promise to let you be little for as long as you’ll let me.
With all my love,