Today you turned four.
Even though you told your auntie ‘Poo’, who called all the way from South Africa this afternoon, that you were “something like 15 now”…you’re actually four.
You’re starting preschool this Fall! And using words like ‘condensation’ and ‘moisture’ in everyday sentences.
I haven’t quite figured out how you got here so fast. ‘Tis true what ‘they’ say…the days may creep, but the years fly by.
Weren’t you just in my belly a moment ago?
I just can’t wait to see what this new year holds! You’re so ripe and ready to take on life, whatever it may bring.
You’re such a treat to the senses, oh mighty toad catcher and puddle jumper!
You take after your daddy in your love for all things wild and adventurous. I especially love it when you cuddle up beside him and watch ‘Man vs. Wild’ without being totally grossed out. How wild are you, in fact?
The ‘swoop and swirl’ you’ve choreographed and mastered on your bike is just the coolest thing since sliced bread. The fact that you’re either wearing a frilly long skirt or are as naked as a jay bird when you pull it off is quite possibly my favorite part of your bike show.
Your dancing. And singing. Oh, they melt me! Especially when done at the same time. During a pretend worship service in which you request that I preach. You make fake church look awesome.
While your dad isn’t a huge fan of you dressing your brother up in tutus and tiaras and calling him “Penelope”, I think it’s delightful. He’s also a very obedient puppy when you leash him. And a pony, which you have yet to try riding. Good thing.
And you’re as hooked on tea as I am. But I’m not sure this is a good thing. We need to talk.
You’re such an amazing big sister, sweet girl! Bug doesn’t even know how good he has it.
But we do. And we just love the way you love him.
You’re a lavish lover of people.
We haven’t a clue where you got that from! {smiles}
Your spunky sense of humor, tender heart and zeal for life are so contagious, precious girl!
Have I told you recently how much I love your head of curls? And that I’m actually okay with the fact that you stole them from me, in utero? They look better on you anyway.
Your giggle tickles my toes. I love it!
We’re so thankful God chose to place you – with all the deliciousness that is wrapped up in who you are – into our little family. We couldn’t ask for more in a daughter.
And we simply cannot wait to see all He has in store for you.
Watch out world…she’s a movin’ on up.
After all. You’re like 15 or something now. Or something.
Happy 4th Birthday, sweetheart!
We love you more than a fat man loves cake your mommy loves tea, more than a squirrel loves nuts, more than a cactus loves water. You’re the bee’s knees, baby cakes!
