You are four years old today. I stayed up late last night to write this letter to you, much like I did the night before your birth. I needed to get everything ready. I cleaned the house, and I organized our office, filing paperwork and receipts. I must have an inkling that you were going to make an early appearance. You were so ready to be born that you came a day early. I could not contain my excitement that night and early morning. I knew that I would be meeting you soon.
I loved rooming in with you at the hospital. I wanted to keep you as close to me as I could. Sometimes I worry that my anxiety has rubbed off on you. I feel this need to keep you close so that I can protect you. Your experience in the hospital with low blood sugar and then your hospitalization at Children’s for your bladder infection made your already anxious mama even more overprotective. I watch you sleep at night, and I thank God for giving me you.
I love your spunky spirit. Your default setting is happy and smiling. You would rather dance, skip, run and sing than just walk. You love to be in constant motion. You love to sing, and you love to listen to music. I am so proud of you. Your kindness toward your family and friends never ceases to amaze me. I cannot wait to see what this next year brings for you. Your biggest milestone this year has been writing out your entire name which astounded and thrilled me all at once. Happy birthday to my sweet girl.