To my sweet five-year-old,
I cannot believe how big you are. That sounds so cliche, doesn't it? But I truly cannot believe that five years have gone by since you joined our family and made life brighter, funnier, sweeter, better.
You still call me "momma." And you still come cuddle with me first thing in the morning. You still hold my hand un-embarrassed. You still crawl into my lap after a rough day and let your tears fall.
Your little soul is such a gentle one. You care so much for those around you. You are the first to give (your seat, your toy, your treat). You are one to cry right along with the person who was hurt. You cry at movies and books, and are always reassured of the good in the world at the end when life turns out happily ever after. You believe, whole-heartedly, in happily ever after and will work hard to make sure you do all you can to get your friends and family a little closer to theirs.
You are funny. So incredibly funny. Sometimes it is intentional. Sometimes it is such a innocent and unintended moment that makes me laugh and smile and just want to squeeze you so tight.
You have a joy for learning. You love going to school and I love that. I love when you share what you have learned. You love to draw. And color. And paint. I am trying so hard to help you hold on to that love...to keep the happiness you relate to those things.
I cannot imagine any other soul fitting better into our family. Any other five-year-old holding my heart so sweetly.
I hope your birthday is as wonderful. I hope the next year is full of fun things and lessons learned and continued sweetness. I can hardly wait to take in the days with you. To find adventures. To cuddle and talk and laugh and be silly with you.
Love,
Momma
I cannot believe how big you are. That sounds so cliche, doesn't it? But I truly cannot believe that five years have gone by since you joined our family and made life brighter, funnier, sweeter, better.
You still call me "momma." And you still come cuddle with me first thing in the morning. You still hold my hand un-embarrassed. You still crawl into my lap after a rough day and let your tears fall.
Your little soul is such a gentle one. You care so much for those around you. You are the first to give (your seat, your toy, your treat). You are one to cry right along with the person who was hurt. You cry at movies and books, and are always reassured of the good in the world at the end when life turns out happily ever after. You believe, whole-heartedly, in happily ever after and will work hard to make sure you do all you can to get your friends and family a little closer to theirs.
You are funny. So incredibly funny. Sometimes it is intentional. Sometimes it is such a innocent and unintended moment that makes me laugh and smile and just want to squeeze you so tight.
You have a joy for learning. You love going to school and I love that. I love when you share what you have learned. You love to draw. And color. And paint. I am trying so hard to help you hold on to that love...to keep the happiness you relate to those things.
I cannot imagine any other soul fitting better into our family. Any other five-year-old holding my heart so sweetly.
I hope your birthday is as wonderful. I hope the next year is full of fun things and lessons learned and continued sweetness. I can hardly wait to take in the days with you. To find adventures. To cuddle and talk and laugh and be silly with you.
Love,
Momma
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