For some reason this year, I haven't been able to keep myself from holding onto your final days of being four, kiddo. I've been overwhelmed with the feeling that this year has sped past us and the knowledge that you'll never be four again has been staring me in the face. Five years ago, I was laying awake at night, impatient to meet you, wearing tracks up and down our street during the days, convinced I could somehow walk you into existence. In the end, you waited until the heat became overbearing and jets started zooming over the house to celebrate boat race weekend. You also waited until I could eat two jelly donuts before heading to the hospital, proving, my dear, that you are such a good child.And, you are such an incredibly wonderful girl. You fill our lives with light with your sweet, imaginative personality. You love nothing more than to casually while away the day playing make believe, splashing about like a fish in the water, screaming and running with your sister or, really, anything that involves a playground. While you're not busy gadding about living the childhood of dreams, you are being so absolutely, unbelievably clever and thoughtful. You blow my mind about ten times a day with the things you create, imagine, and do for others. It frightens me, to tell the truth, what you'll be capable of five years from now.
But for now, I'm looking forward to this year. Five. Five is going to be a honeymoon for us, kiddo. Sure, we'll needle each other and disagree over silly ticky-tacky things, but right now, life with you is nothing but lovely. And this is where I want to spend every day--with you while you'll still have me. I love you madly, my girl. Mama Gigi
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