Oh, Baby Girl.
I blinked and now you're 6. How is that possible? I am not sure. And I am also not sure how it's possible that I love you even more than ever this year. But I do. You, Baby, are just one of my favorite people to be around. Don't get me wrong, you're exhausting. But I simply adore you.
You still wake up early. Like 5:00 early. No matter what time you go to sleep. It really doesn't matter. I am told at some point you will sleep in and I will have to wake you up. I don't want to rush a single moment with you, but I would be okay if you started sleeping a little later in the morning.
One of the funniest things about you is your lack of pain tolerance. I can't explain it. Even the idea of a skinned knee can prevent you from participating fully. But that's okay. I love to watch you play soccer, you're a fierce little fighter when you want to be. You would ride your bike for hours if we'd take you out to do so. You like to be on the go. You have really missed Target this past year. (My wallet has not missed taking you to Target, however.)
You are a little math whiz and I love it. I mean, I fully expected you to be a reader like your brother and me, but since you're right on track, I can adjust my expectations and just celebrate how much you adore numbers so much more than words. I am pretty confident you're rocking kindergarten.
You are a little artist and I love your creations. Your penmanship is so lovely already. I just feel like I am gushing over you and every single thing you do is my favorite. For the most part... that's true. You are my best girl and I love you forever.
It's weird how much I miss you during the day. It's completely different than when your brother started kindergarten. I just fretted when he was gone. I am not worried about you at all when you're gone, but I just desperately miss your sweet self. When you climb into the car at the end of the day and I can kiss your cheeks again I feel actual relief. You have the most kissable cheeks on the planet and I just love to smooch them! Especially since you are so not a snuggler. (And that's okay!)
I am sad that you missed out on the end of preschool. But I will never for one minute be sad I got to hang out with you extra. I have always loved you, for every minute of your existence. I tell you that besides Jesus, I love you the most. But man, this year you just got especially likable.
You are a good friend and you come alive being around people. Ever the extrovert. You're generally polite and kind. You love to play games. You love Barbies and Trolls and Frozen. (Just not when I sing "Let Me Kiss Your Cheeks!" to the tune of "Just Sing.") You sing loud and proud even if you don't know the words and hearing you belt out songs about how much you love Jesus makes my heart beam.
You don't like to clean up. You have decided to be a food complainer. (Not actually super picky, just loudly complaining about most meals.) You are not patient. At all. But at least you know that. You push me to be a better person daily. You're just the biggest gift to me. And it's your birthday.
I love you Baby Girl. I am so glad I am your mom. Happy Happy Birthday Baby!
Mom
A little before school present action because her brother couldn't wait one minute more to give her what he picked out.