Em,
You are 5 today. Five! Holy Smokes how’d this happen. I am still barely recovering from you starting Kindergarten! Are you trying to kill me?
Currently, you love Dora, school, Barbie and never. shut. up. Ever. Even now as I am trying to type this you are grilling me about when you will be 16 and how old am I, and when will I be 24. The answer is never, I will always be 21, why do I have to keep explaining this? Damn it, this was never an issue before I sent you off to be educated. Stupid school system, I should have known better.
Today we had a family BBQ and then a few friends over to Mom’s house to swim. As always you were personable, appreciative of all your presents and the life of the party. After opening presents you exclaimed, “I’m toy rich!” and earlier tonight you held up two cans of play-doh and exclaimed, “2 different colors of pink! Boy does Aunt Lori know me!” You have a way of viewing the world that makes it a pleasure to experience life with you.
As 5 has descended upon you, you have remained a champion snuggler. No one gives hugs like you. Sometimes it can be over whelming, the way you can wind yourself around me, like a boa constrictor. But there is nothing like a hug from you when things are going wrong. It’s better than a 20 oz. Diet Dr. Pepper. Promise.
You have also managed to set another record around DRY Ink. Last week you got 6 points off in conduct, on 2 consecutive days! Jax has never gotten more than 2 points off in one day. I hear your teacher had to threaten to send you to the principal’s office to get you to stop talking to your neighbors. The teacher finally moved your table and things seem to have settled down. I was beginning think you would be the first Kindergarten juvenile delinquent. Now that would have been something to write about!
Here’s the part I always get all mushy. I’ll try to keep it down, as I need to go beat you to get you to stop talking and GO TO BED ALREADY, after all you have school in the morning. So let’s get on with it. I love you. I love you with a purple polka dotted passion. I love the way you giggle, and light up a room. I love that you genuinely care about other people’s feelings and want to make people happy. I am a better person for being your mother, even if you were an accident a surprise. I guess we know why now.
Love,
Mom