Sunday, March 17, 2013

At The End of the Rainbow

Five years ago today, in the wee hours of the morning, God blessed me with a beautiful treasure.  My daughter came into this world with a face that said it all.

She's a brilliant little girl.  She can rattle off facts that she's learning via the home schooling program that I'm using.  She plays chess.  She takes cooking classes and helps me in the kitchen as well.  She is protective of her big brother.  She is compassionate and gentle towards all living creatures (well, except for spiders).  She is creative and has a delightful imagination.  She makes up her own songs and games.  She's shy when she wants to be but vocal when she needs to be.  She's witty and says things that crack me up all the time.  She's very decisive and strong willed.  Above all, she is very loving and caring.

She is my little pot o' gold at the end of the rainbow.  When I'm having a rough day she hugs me and I feel the tension melt away.  It's been that way since she was old enough to walk to me.

She wants to be an actress and a doctor when she grows up.  She recently started taking acting classes and I know before I'm ready (and if she still desires) she'll be in med school.  That day will come soon enough.  Until then, I'll let her wrap her arms around me.  I'll let her curl up in my lap.  I'll hold her and give her as many kisses as she'll allow, which can be plentiful or exiguous depending on her mood.

We play together everyday.  We read together everyday.  We have meaningful discussions everyday.  Just this morning as we were lying in bed and my husband walked away, she turned to me and said, "Mommy, can we have a real talk?".  I'm not sure where she got that from, but I told her sure and she asked, "So, how's life treating you?"  I looked directly into her eyes and said, "Baby, life is wonderful."  Then she said we had to be quiet because my husband walked back into the room.

My husband likes to say that she is daddy's little girl but she is her mommy's daughter.  She is a good mix of the two of us.

My CrossFit trainer once said that I was a firecracker.  I believe that to be true because my daughter is a firework.

Happy Fifth Birthday sweetheart.  Let your light shine, baby girl.  Let it shine.

I love you.