|boom. right there. that moment your ENTIRE LIFE CHANGES instantly. it's a crazy, beautiful thing.|
Four is a massive being. At age 3, there's still some chub on their legs--I mean, a little bit in that upper thigh region. Not much, but it's there. But then as they inch closer to 4--it's all boney, lanky, KID legs. Straight up dirty, bruised, band-aided, knobby-knee'd KID LEGS. Living in my house. She is so not a baby anymore
She told me the other day that when she turns 4, she will not cuddle me anymore. Nope. She told me that she will be an adult and then she can make all the rules. I posted about it on social media, and then I cried.
She has wonderful qualities, though.
She can be a leader. That's what you're supposed to say when they're bossy.
She thinks a rainy day is the most beautiful of all. She really wants to just use her umbrella.
She wants her hair in an Elsa braid every day. She really wants to drive her mother crazy.
She's absolutely obsessed with riding her bike. She asks me at 6am if she can go outside. no.
She can write her name on her own. E m e l i N e. It makes me cry a little.
She'll do play doh for hours. She mixes all the colors immediately. She likes to make me cringe.
She's such an amazing encourager. She knows how to lift my heart when it's been 4 days since my last shower.
She is really into testing her boundaries. Some days I want to poke my eyeballs out.
She notices every detail. Every one. She sometimes scares me.
She has an insanely good memory. Did I mention that it scares me?
She has such full-of-life eyes.
She knows when someone needs a little extra love.
She knows when she's done wrong & she wants to fix it.
She engages new people, asks them their name, and begins friendships immediately.
She really does have a good, good heart.
oh, she's silly. So silly.
I can remember thinking that there was no way this baby girl could ever do anything wrong. She was a doll, an absolute angel baby (and toddler). And oh, how I laugh at myself two years later--with the trying and tough things we deal with as she gets bigger. I know it's only a glimpse into the future and I pray, I really do pray for wisdom and grace in how to handle her, how to handle this age and the ages to come.
Nobody ever said this parenting thing was easy. But there is nothing---nothing that can replace the way her face lights up when she sees me every morning. The way she wraps her little body around mine and gives me morning hugs and the way she tells me about her crazy dreams from that night. The way she strokes my hair out of my face. The way she sits on my bathroom counter as I'm getting ready and puts on blush and 'lipstick'. The way she looks at me, like she's a girlfriend of mine or something, when Lucy does something silly or cute, and we both just get it. The times she asks for me to just hold her, to rub her arm, to 'talk about our day', and to 'sing me one last song'.
Four years of doing life with you in it, Emeline Kay. And I could not imagine it any other way.
Happy Birthday, love. We celebrate you this weekend.