Last Friday you turned five years old. I know this is a little late, as I’ve been writing yearly letters on your birthday RIGHT ON TIME for the last few years, but I think you can forgive me since we were at Disney World and I really didn’t want to step away from Ariel to find a good WiFi access spot.
You’ve been talking about turning five for months and months, it seems so strange that it’s finally here. I no longer have a four year old in my house, but instead a very grown up five year old. A five year old that can count to 100 and draw pictures where I can actually recognize the subjects and tell me what 6 + 3 equals and spell her name and her friends names and her parents names. A five year old who tells jokes and riddles and plays “I Spy” and fills any lull in conversation with a hilariously stated “AWKWARD!” even when it’s not appropriate. A five year old that has graduated from preschool and danced in front of hundreds of people and knows the most ticklish spot on her little brother’s tummy.
In the last year, Lulu, you have not only grown physically, losing baby fat and stretching out, slowly transforming into a tall, lanky little girl, but emotionally. You feel empathy and love like no one I’ve ever known. You cry when you are happy, laughing while you assure those around you that they are “happy tears.” Your heart is so big, you are always the first to lend a hand to a hurt friend or a fussy baby, and you don’t even blink when I tell you we have to sort through some of your beloved toys to donate to charity. You are constantly worried about others and wanting to help whoever you can. I’d like to think that comes from me, but truly, I know that is all you, little girl. I don’t know where it comes from, but I’m so proud of how love manifests itself through you.
This year one of your greatest dreams finally came true. You became a big sister. You’ve been begging for a sibling for years now, and watching you with Tate has been a joy. No one loves that baby more than you, and the feeling is definitely mutual. The way your faces light up when you see each other is the entire reason people choose to have kids. I am so excited to watch your relationship blossom and grow as you do, to watch you support and love each other through the years.
Lucy, I love you more than the sun. Every year on your birthday, I think of who I was before June 3, 2006 and who I have become. Because of you, I am a mother. Because of you, we are a family. Because of you, no matter how rainy the day, there is always joy.
I love you, Lulu Bird. And thank you. From all of us.
Love,
Mama
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The last few weeks have been pretty rough on me. I pride myself on being able to do it all and, as I’m sure you all learned from Oprah, there is no such thing as doing it all. First we all got sick with what we thought was food poisoning, but turned out to be the flu. You know how I figured that one out? After Lu threw up all over the car and our front yard and me and pretty much everything else we own. Two days after that we had to head out of town for a baby shower for one of my best friends in the world, Miss Theresa. It was beautiful, as was she. Check it.
Oh, I cannot wait for little baby girl to arrive!!! Watching your friends become parents has got to be one of the ultimate experiences in life.
The next day we headed home and surprised Lucy with the news that we were going to Disneyworld for her birthday. She pretty much lost her mind. It was awesome.
Then, after three days of intense work deadlines, the grandparents (all three sets) started arriving in town for a big weekend for Miss Lu. In less than 24 hours, she had her last day of school, graduated from preschool and performed in her first dance recital. Oh, and Tate turned five months old. My poor heart was just aching. A happy ache, but still, an exhausting one. Added on to that was the stress of coordinating three sets of grandparents and family and people that just kept telling me to “Calm down.” and “Don’t let it all stress me out.” Note to everyone: Telling me not to stress does not help. It just pisses me off. Also, telling other people how stressed and tired I look does not help. FYI.
Was it worth it? Totally. Because I was able to observe moments like this. Moments where my daughter’s incredible personality shines through. I love this kid.
Babies grow into kids who one day will get up on a stage without you, with no fear, and dance for the world. That’s pretty incredible.
Five Years Old
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Last Friday you turned five years old. I know this is a little late, as I’ve been writing yearly letters on your birthday RIGHT ON TIME for the last few years, but I think you can forgive me since we were at Disney World and I really didn’t want to step away from Ariel to find a good WiFi access spot.
You’ve been talking about turning five for months and months, it seems so strange that it’s finally here. I no longer have a four year old in my house, but instead a very grown up five year old. A five year old that can count to 100 and draw pictures where I can actually recognize the subjects and tell me what 6 + 3 equals and spell her name and her friends names and her parents names. A five year old who tells jokes and riddles and plays “I Spy” and fills any lull in conversation with a hilariously stated “AWKWARD!” even when it’s not appropriate. A five year old that has graduated from preschool and danced in front of hundreds of people and knows the most ticklish spot on her little brother’s tummy.
In the last year, Lulu, you have not only grown physically, losing baby fat and stretching out, slowly transforming into a tall, lanky little girl, but emotionally. You feel empathy and love like no one I’ve ever known. You cry when you are happy, laughing while you assure those around you that they are “happy tears.” Your heart is so big, you are always the first to lend a hand to a hurt friend or a fussy baby, and you don’t even blink when I tell you we have to sort through some of your beloved toys to donate to charity. You are constantly worried about others and wanting to help whoever you can. I’d like to think that comes from me, but truly, I know that is all you, little girl. I don’t know where it comes from, but I’m so proud of how love manifests itself through you.
This year one of your greatest dreams finally came true. You became a big sister. You’ve been begging for a sibling for years now, and watching you with Tate has been a joy. No one loves that baby more than you, and the feeling is definitely mutual. The way your faces light up when you see each other is the entire reason people choose to have kids. I am so excited to watch your relationship blossom and grow as you do, to watch you support and love each other through the years.
Lucy, I love you more than the sun. Every year on your birthday, I think of who I was before June 3, 2006 and who I have become. Because of you, I am a mother. Because of you, we are a family. Because of you, no matter how rainy the day, there is always joy.
I love you, Lulu Bird. And thank you. From all of us.
Love,
Mama
My Somewhat Tiny Dancer
/0 Comments/in Happiness, Lucy /by MeganThe last few weeks have been pretty rough on me. I pride myself on being able to do it all and, as I’m sure you all learned from Oprah, there is no such thing as doing it all. First we all got sick with what we thought was food poisoning, but turned out to be the flu. You know how I figured that one out? After Lu threw up all over the car and our front yard and me and pretty much everything else we own. Two days after that we had to head out of town for a baby shower for one of my best friends in the world, Miss Theresa. It was beautiful, as was she. Check it.
Oh, I cannot wait for little baby girl to arrive!!! Watching your friends become parents has got to be one of the ultimate experiences in life.
The next day we headed home and surprised Lucy with the news that we were going to Disneyworld for her birthday. She pretty much lost her mind. It was awesome.
Then, after three days of intense work deadlines, the grandparents (all three sets) started arriving in town for a big weekend for Miss Lu. In less than 24 hours, she had her last day of school, graduated from preschool and performed in her first dance recital. Oh, and Tate turned five months old. My poor heart was just aching. A happy ache, but still, an exhausting one. Added on to that was the stress of coordinating three sets of grandparents and family and people that just kept telling me to “Calm down.” and “Don’t let it all stress me out.” Note to everyone: Telling me not to stress does not help. It just pisses me off. Also, telling other people how stressed and tired I look does not help. FYI.
Was it worth it? Totally. Because I was able to observe moments like this. Moments where my daughter’s incredible personality shines through. I love this kid.
Babies grow into kids who one day will get up on a stage without you, with no fear, and dance for the world. That’s pretty incredible.
Disney Surprise
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