For the last three years of my life, I have basically given up my birthday. Not because I am getting so old, but because I have been so blessed to share my birthday with my sweet sweet Lyla. On my 30th birthday, I spent the day having contractions- even went to the hospital because I was sure you were coming. Last year, I was so excited about you turning one that I barely remember what I did for my birthday, and this year, we even shared a celebration with my dad’s side of the family. We also shared with Easter. Two birthdays and Easter. That’s almost as tough as Christmas and a birthday…
Either way, I have never felt so content to have my birthday in the shadows. Because it is in the shadows of the sweetest, most loving little girl I could ever imagine. The last two years have gone SOOO SOOO fast. I really just can’t believe that it has already been TWO years. It took me a long time this year to get into “birthday mode” partially because I think I felt if I ignored it that you would stay one. But that’s not how things work I guess. Tomorrow you will turn two, rather I ignore it or not, and today we celebrate that fact.
I can’t even believe how different you are at this age compared to your brother. You are still more interested in cuddling in my lap than most anything else. You always want me to be holding you. You are always so concerned with the well being of our family. You regularly as “Mama, you ok? Daddy, you ok? Bubba, you ok? “ You LOVE Wow Wow Wubzy. You want you dog and Bubba first thing in the morning. You want to be fed as soon as your feet hit the floor. You love your babies and sing, “rock, rock, rock my babies”. You really love dancing and singing songs. You love to jump, although you don’t get very far off the ground. You are still my cautious child. While your brother was climbing the climbing wall on his Little Tikes play set at your age, you are still hesitant to go up the stairs. You don’t EVEN try the big one. You don’t like to walk over the gaps on wooden decks, or the metal things on the sidewalk at the zoo. You are just careful. I like that. In fact, you didn’t really even fall much when you started walking… you just waited until you were steady. Well, let’s be honest, if you had your way, I would just carry you everywhere. Seriously. Everywhere. It’s kind of surprising you every learned to walk!
You LOVE “tootsies” aka shoes. Its’ the cutest thing ever. You pick out your shoes every day. And nothing makes you happier than getting “new tootsies”. It’s looking like you are going to have little feet too, and so I am so excited for the day we can justify buying really great shoes to your dad by explaining that they are for BOTH of us. And if things go for you like they did for me, that’ll be in 5th grade. Yessss.
I have thought of a million things I want to put in this blog the last week and of course, now that I sit down to do it all I can think is- “Man, I can’t believe you are going to be TWO, but MAN, am I excited to see who you are going to become.” You are beautiful, kind, loving, and one TOUGH cookie when sick.
However, you sometimes you will cry if we say “don’t” too loud at you”. You have your daddy wrapped around his finger, and despite his thoughts, you ARE gonna have to start getting disciplined. Your sweet shaking hand that you place over your mouth when you cry has GOT to stop getting you out of time outs or we are gonna be in TROUBLE. You KNOW how cute you can look when you get in trouble and you KNOW that batting your big blue eyes will get you scooped up by anyone you bat them at… While this will work great when you get pulled over for speeding someday…;)
You are simply the center of our world. Mine, your dad’s, and your brothers. Heck, even your dogs… We all adore you. We all can’t get enough of your hugs or your sweet kisses. We all think you are the most beautiful little girl we have ever laid eyes on. We are so thankful for you and your love. I can’t wait to see who you are going to become this next year. I look forward to you making me laugh, making me proud, making me happy and making me feel oh so blessed. And no matter how big you may get, I promise, I will carry you around as long as you need me to.
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