During the wee morning hours of November 30, 2014, while you were still warm under your bed covers, you turned four. Four. FOUR.
You’ve been anticipating this birthday for what feels like a year and the months that made up this year felt like only a few short days since you said, “Mama, we forgot to put o-on my cu-cake dress.“. In fact, I think the last twelve days of my pregnancy with you felt like more time than this year has accounted for.
This year has been hard on all of us, MG, but certainly for you, being young enough to not understand everything and old enough to not be forgetful. Nothing has humbled me more this year than watching you endure cycle after cycle of sickness, all with a ready smile and a sweet disposition.
But this year also brought you many good things too.
You memorized Bible verses, swam in the ocean, learned the sounds to half of the letters of the alphabet, left pennies for kids to ride Sandy the pony at Meijer, made your first pie, rode a real horse, learned to ride your bike, traveled on an airplane, fell in love with dressing up, received your first haircut, listened to your first chapter book, and won over the hearts of your Sunday School teachers, the old ladies at the grocery store, and friends from California all the way to Indiana.
You have experienced emotions from the depths of your soul to the heights of ecstasy. You’ve cried a lot, but you’ve comforted too. You’ve laughed quite a bit, and brought others into your silly jokes as well.
You learned that you were afraid of lobsters and spiders, wary of strangers, and confident at the dentist.
You’ve transitioned from little kid to preschooler with the hand of Stella (whose name has changed from Baby Jesus, to Aurora, to Rapunzel, back to Stella) at your side.
You’ve learned how to write your name, memorized the days of the week, and just about every Disney princess fact known to man (all the important stuff, of course).
Aside from a strong loyalty to Sleeping Beauty around the age of 6, I, personally, have never had a huge attachment to Disney. But this year I teared up when you hugged 4 princesses because I knew that was the most special thing your heart could imagine right now.
MG, three was a wonderful year. I will miss it and all of it’s wonderful moments (the bad ones are already dim). I can’t wait to see where four takes you.
All my love (and princess affection),