Happy Birthday my sweet, perfect daughter!
Today at 10:15 AM, you turned 7 years old. How did this happen? How did time fly by so fast? I still remember the day I found out I was pregnant with you, a TOTAL SHOCK, unexpected and a big frightening. You turned out to be the best miracle we could have ever asked for.
I just looked back at last year’s Birthday entry for you and it always makes me smile to relive the memories and look at the pictures.
You amaze me everyday with how much and how quickly you’re learning. Academically, you’re doing math like fractions and multiplication at a level way beyond anything expected of you (thanks to a overzealous Grandpa) and reading better everyday (even though I know how you dislike reading, much to the dismay of a bookworm Mom). Personally, you’re having lengthy conversations with Daddy about where you DON’T want to go to college (no Temple University for you, haha) and why Mommy and Daddy kiss and hug each other (because we love each other dearly).
Ever the little monkey, you love gymnastics with a passion and can’t wait to make it to the Advanced room and show off your skills. You’re determined to master swimming this year so, if needed, you can rescue Mommy or Daddy since neither of us can swim (sad, I know). You started losing your baby teeth this year, pulled out carefully by Grandma! Another sign of how big you’re getting.
What amazes me most about you, dear daughter, is how great of a Big Sister you’ve become. BG2 lights up whenever she even senses you in the room and you immediately go to find her whenever you come home from school. Seeing the way you two play together and bond, joy and pride can’t come close to describing how I feel.
Even though we said no more birthday parties until you turn 10, please don’t take it to mean that we love you any less. Trust me, you don’t need a party to have a loving, fun birthday. A dinner surrounded by loved ones and presents, of course, is all you’ll need to have a magical and memorable day. I revel in the intimate, quality family time we so rarely get to enjoy and I know how much you hate when Mommy has to be away for school.
Sometimes I look at you and, seeing how much older you’ve gotten, feel both happy and sad at the same time. Happy because you’re growing into such an awesome, smart, crazy-fun person and sad because you’re no longer my little baby who needs me to everything for her (even though you’d like me to).
I love you, my precious Baby Girl.