How are you already five years old?! Right now, at this moment, you are FIVE years old.
Five years ago today, your daddy and I got up while it was still dark. I started the dishwasher, changed everybody’s sheets and we ran through the drive-thru at the bank. We checked into the hospital and they put us in a room full of other mothers to wait. I remember thinking after they started my epidural that I wasn’t going to feel you move in my belly anymore. I was so sad that I didn’t savor that last kick just a little longer. They wheeled us into the operating room at 7 o’clock in the morning and your daddy and I were grinning from ear to ear. Your sister was just down the hall, in a room full of people who couldn’t wait to meet you. True to your character, you were awfully stubborn that first morning. The doctor warned us that you would be purple and you might not cry for a few minutes. You had been spending the last few months tucked behind my hip bone and didn’t seem interested in vacating the premises!
You blew into our lives like a tornado, always moving — never slowing down, and not a thing has changed since then. You either have a smile on your face because you are the happiest girl in the world or you have a scowl and a wrinkled forehead because “nobody loves you”. You are hot and cold, with nothing in between. Every day with you is an adventure.
You are so creative and spend almost all of your free time with a marker and some washi tape in your hand. It is no surprise to me to find art work taped to the fridge, the back door and even the floor. You are constantly swiping supplies that don’t belong to you and making all sorts of projects that we aren’t sure what to do with. You ask us to spell words for you constantly and you love to copy sentences from books in your wonky handwriting.
You are obsessed with animals and blankets, pretty much anything soft and squishy. Your affection for Pink (your security blanket) is still unmatched and there isn’t a day that goes by where it isn’t in your hand. You remind us all the time that Pink is a “she”, not an “it”. You get so frustrated when Ella won’t touch her because “even Pink has feelings”! I love how the last thing you do before we leave the house and the first thing you do when we return, is to give Pink a big squeeze. I’ve decided you can sleep with her forever if you want to.
Sophie, you are such a joy in our lives. No matter how frustrating or rotten my day is, you always have the power to make me smile. I love that you still come into our bed at night for one last snuggle. You always wait until Ella is asleep so that you have us all to yourself. You give really good kisses and we laugh every time you tell us to “look at my eyes” when you lean in for a shug. Nobody can deny your charm!
I know your daddy told you that you weren’t allowed to grow anymore, but I’m telling you that it’s okay. As much as I want to keep you little for as long as I can, watching you grow has been one of the best things I’ve ever experienced. Each year is infinitely better than the one before. How do you do that?! Thank you for being the best girl I know.
xoxo,
mama
// a ballerina birthday //
// a very merry unbirthday //
// somebunny turns two //
// sophie’s first birthday //
