Birthday Girl

March 25, 2010
Dear Ava,

Today you turned 4, and as I watched you select the perfect outfit for your party, I was overwhelmed with love for you. It catches me at odd moments—that indescribable punch of emotion that only mothers can understand—and it never changes. I felt it when I realized I was pregnant with you, when I felt you kick inside of me for the first time, when you were born, when you smiled, when you became the little personality that would forever drive my life. Yes, I feel it now as you slip a birthday ring on your tiny finger. As you twirl in front of the mirror. Even as you turn, laugh, and stick your tongue out at me.

You're imaginative. Funny. Clever. Lovely. Full of energy, thoughtfulness, and attitude. Life, for you, is an adventure. You love watching Dora and Max & Ruby. It's embarrassing to admit, but you own almost 100 Barbie dolls; yet you never forget one of them—and yes you play with them all. You treasure taking walks and having family dinners (even though you never eat much). You are a nibbler, a tasty chocolate milk fan, and an avid reader. You build the most amazing castles with legos, blocks, and any other doodads you find around the house. I can't begin to capture your capacity as a big sister; Hudson simply adores you. Your playroom is your haven, and although it's usually a mess you know where every single toy is currently located.

Best of all, you are becoming a strong, caring girl with her own opinions. Your world is beginning to expand beyond our home. As you told me earlier today when you got your step-stool and attempted to decorate for your party all by yourself, “That's what being 4 is all about!” Indeed! I can't wait to see what the future holds for you, my beloved first-born.

Happy Birthday, Ava!

All my love,

Mommy