When you wake up before the sun it can really only mean one of two things. It could mean that the wind is blowing that tree just outside my window, and the branches are scratching just light enough to cause we to wonder what monsters are hiding in my closet. On the other hand, it could also mean that today is one of a number of official, I get a present, holidays.
Today was Valentine's day, and although that is not one of the big three gift getting holidays in a kid's life, it is big enough to wake up early for. I made sure my mommy and daddy were clear that I was expecting a present before I went to sleep last night. So, first thing this morning, mommy is head to toe soaking wet from the shower, and I am up and out of bed asking if we could go downstairs to look for a gift.
It was like magic, the whole day. My parents co-authored a hand made card, they are so cute when they work together. They placed my card next to some magical candy hearts, magical because they have little words on them, and I can actually read some of the words. Also, they got me a great big stuffed doggie with a pink bow. My mommy laughed and told me that this dog wouldn't eat my candy hearts the way my real dog Jenny had! Mommy is so funny...she really doesn't get enough credit for being silly...I love her. *elbow-pinch
The morning was great, but don't tell mommy and daddy, the real magic was at school. We all wore red shirts, which, let me just say, was kind of amazing, because usually we all wear blue shirts. Then, Mrs. Mo, had us each hand out our gifts to one another. I was so proud to hand mine out. Joseph said he was going to try on his valentine's glasses as soon as he got home. On the way home, I told my daddy, "Today wasn't a good day, it was Brilliant!" I got toys and cards and I made a crown.
It doesn't seem to always please my parents when I wake up before the sun, but on a day like today, I have to be honest, it was such magic, I wouldn't want to miss a moment of it sleeping.
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Monday, February 13, 2017
We Don't Need a Day
Happy Valentine's Day Mommy.
It seems funny that we need a special day on the calendar to remind us of what we already know. Today is filled with red hearts on display, reminding us that we once shared one heartbeat. I know that is one of your favorite stories, daddy says that every time you talk about it, your eyes fill with tears, that day you first heard my heartbeat: I figure that you were crying because it was the first time you realized that I was developing my own heartbeat instead of sharing yours, but don't worry mommy, my heart will always be connected with yours.
Now that I am thinking about it, this life must be so hard for you, I mean, watching me grow up. To you I must seem like just a baby, but I am really so big now. I am five years old. I am reading everywhere I look, picking out letters and trying on sounds. I have memorized far more song lyrics than you probably even realize: I can more or less sing the entire Trolls Soundtrack. And, as hard as this will be for daddy to hear...I'm getting married. Please, let me break the news to daddy, but I have decided, Hudson is definitely the one, there is no use putting it off any longer, we will be married in kindergarten. I figure the marriage thing makes sense, because once you have mastered the monkey bars, and once you are able to dress yourself for church, what else is there to hold you back?
Ok, maybe the getting dressed thing needs some work. I get it, you asked me to put on an appropriate outfit for church last Sunday and I came downstairs in a bright yellow shirt with a printed logo proclaiming my love of the beach and sporting my favorite grey and pink yoga pants. In my defense, I have been memorizing some of the bible versus that they teach in Sunday school at the Crossing, and I am pretty sure God loves kids who express confidence and happiness...both of which come shining through when you couple a yellow t-shirt with pink yoga pants! So, I'll work on the getting dressed thing, but you must admit, I am starting to get bigger and I know that must be tough on you.
Sometimes, when we are driving in the car, I catch you staring at me in the rear view mirror, or taking my picture when I am wearing doing something just right. I know you are watching me grow up, but I can tell, as much as I grow, you still see me as your little baby, and I want you to know, that is ok with me: I will always be yours. I want you to know just one thing: you aren't only watching me - I'm watching you. It is because of you that I know what it will mean to be a woman. Some day, just like you, I will be somebody worth listening to, I will have strong opinions about those who lead and how they should lead. I know, because of you, that women have every opportunity that a man has and that I will be who I am because of who I am not because of anyone's opinion but mine. I know that princesses are kind and work hard and that although they serve, they belong to no one.. I know that I will one day grow up to be a woman like you.
Happy Valentine's Day Mommy - our hearts will always be in rhythm.
It seems funny that we need a special day on the calendar to remind us of what we already know. Today is filled with red hearts on display, reminding us that we once shared one heartbeat. I know that is one of your favorite stories, daddy says that every time you talk about it, your eyes fill with tears, that day you first heard my heartbeat: I figure that you were crying because it was the first time you realized that I was developing my own heartbeat instead of sharing yours, but don't worry mommy, my heart will always be connected with yours.
Now that I am thinking about it, this life must be so hard for you, I mean, watching me grow up. To you I must seem like just a baby, but I am really so big now. I am five years old. I am reading everywhere I look, picking out letters and trying on sounds. I have memorized far more song lyrics than you probably even realize: I can more or less sing the entire Trolls Soundtrack. And, as hard as this will be for daddy to hear...I'm getting married. Please, let me break the news to daddy, but I have decided, Hudson is definitely the one, there is no use putting it off any longer, we will be married in kindergarten. I figure the marriage thing makes sense, because once you have mastered the monkey bars, and once you are able to dress yourself for church, what else is there to hold you back?
Ok, maybe the getting dressed thing needs some work. I get it, you asked me to put on an appropriate outfit for church last Sunday and I came downstairs in a bright yellow shirt with a printed logo proclaiming my love of the beach and sporting my favorite grey and pink yoga pants. In my defense, I have been memorizing some of the bible versus that they teach in Sunday school at the Crossing, and I am pretty sure God loves kids who express confidence and happiness...both of which come shining through when you couple a yellow t-shirt with pink yoga pants! So, I'll work on the getting dressed thing, but you must admit, I am starting to get bigger and I know that must be tough on you.
Sometimes, when we are driving in the car, I catch you staring at me in the rear view mirror, or taking my picture when I am wearing doing something just right. I know you are watching me grow up, but I can tell, as much as I grow, you still see me as your little baby, and I want you to know, that is ok with me: I will always be yours. I want you to know just one thing: you aren't only watching me - I'm watching you. It is because of you that I know what it will mean to be a woman. Some day, just like you, I will be somebody worth listening to, I will have strong opinions about those who lead and how they should lead. I know, because of you, that women have every opportunity that a man has and that I will be who I am because of who I am not because of anyone's opinion but mine. I know that princesses are kind and work hard and that although they serve, they belong to no one.. I know that I will one day grow up to be a woman like you.
Happy Valentine's Day Mommy - our hearts will always be in rhythm.
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