Dear Ava,
Today you turned five years old, and when I smiled at you as you bounded out of bed giggling, I caught a glimpse of the woman you will become. And it was a staggering, beautiful, blessed moment. My girl, my firstborn, my love.
You are five. You are brilliant.
Yes, I suppose it is a parent's prerogative to feel this way, as I do every single day with you. Yet it grows more pronounced each year as you joyfully add another finger to your age count. As you proclaim your mounting independence and take yet another step into the future. It warms my heart to see you embrace your own sense of self.
You love Barbies, Disney movies, and playing outside. When you grow up, you want to be a superhero, an artist, or a teacher. Perhaps you'll be all three. This past year, you have grown in so many ways. Not just your height, your vocabulary, or your learning skills. Nope, so much more than that. You have such adultlike insight, a glimpse into other people that amazes me. As the world revolves, you soak it all in and analyze it in a way that makes sense to you. Surprisingly? It makes more sense to me, too, so much better your way.
You're learning to read. You've had your first boyfriend at preschool. You want to make friends, seek new experiences, and travel to the ocean. Your relationship with your brother is one of your most important. To Hudson, you are a sister, a mentor, and a friend.
God has become a central concept for you, and this perhaps pleases me the most. You have such a personal relationship with Him, such a blessing. You always say our prayer for us before each meal and at bedtime. You remind our family to strive to be better, to do the right thing, to make God a daily fixture.
Bless you, my five years of grace. My love. My daughter.All my love,
Mommy
No comments:
Post a Comment