I am trying so hard to turn my mourning into thankfulness, but, at 11:53 September 11th, you will be 5 years old. HOW!?
Being your mommy makes me think we should all have to pass ‘fit to be a parent’ tests before deciding we would like to become one. Just when we think we have it all figured out, you pull the rug out from under us. And I am again humbled. You have the will of an ox on redbull. You are 110% obsessed with baseball, the A’s specifically. All you want to do is play, hit and slide. (all while wearing your head-to-toe A’s uniform) When you know it is not feasable to play, you pretend to play at the misfortune of any small child or object in your way.
You love all sports, but none like baseball. You played your first soccor game and scored 2 goals in the first 5 minutes. When the coach sidelined you, you twitched in antipation to get back out there. Everything you do, you do with passion; I am so excited to see what God does with you. My prayer is you will know our GOOD God at a young age, and use your gifts and talents to glorify Him. You also love numbers. You want to know what all the numbers make when you put them together, how old I will be when you will be “x age”. These conversations could last hours. you love to talk about heaven, and why it is so great, why do we want to go there, and yet, you are not quite sold. That is ok. I will trust God will change your heart, but in the meantime, I understand. I am not ready to go quite yet either.
You are my cuddlebug, and I love you. I love that when I tell I am sad you are turning 5, you tell me you are sad I am turning “30”. I love that you cried when I told you had to get married and move out. I love that you don’t want to go to heaven because you don’t want to leave me, and vise versa. I love that you play and laugh with your sister when no one is watching. I love that you LIKE to clean your room, vaccuum and clean the glass table. You are my sunshine. You make me happy, and I love you more than you will ever know. Happy Birthday to my big 5 year old who has made life more than I could have ever imagined. You will always be MY baby.