I just had to take some time and write to you. It seems these blogs are informative of your doings, but I have not written one directly to you. You are doing so many things these days that I am trying to encapsulate into my brain, but I find that I am having trouble remembering the things you do or say that make me laugh.
We are just a few short weeks of you starting pre-school. This thought makes me happy and sad at the same time. Happy because you are going to get to start school! I loved school and my hope is that if I pass on one thing to you that it is a love for school and learning. I am sad at the same time, because this means you are growing-up. It is inevitable that you are going to grow, but it just seems like yesterday I was holding you in my arms for the very first time. Time flies so quickly.
Currently, you are in the "Why" stage, you LOVE listening to Johnny Cash and "Big Iron", you are a hula-hooping pro, t-ball playing queen and a slip-n-slide junkie. You don't want to eat these days. However, I can put a donut in front of you and you will scarf it down. But, when it comes to corn, lasagna, or something good for you, you don't want to have anything to do with it. I am positive you will grow out of that.
One of my favorite moments lately has been your insistence on being right all the time. For example, Johnny Cash sings a song called "One Piece at a Time." The song talks about building a Cadillac out of one piece at a time out of parts that were taken from a GM plant. The song goes like this:
Johnny sings: "...the first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillac's." One day, as we were driving to Danny's you were singing. I noticed that you didn't say "Cadillac's" but "Gavalin's." I turned the music down and asked you what you had said. You said, "Momma he is saying Gavalin's." I told you that was not what he was saying and that he was saying "Cadillac's." However, you were so insistent that you were right, I couldn't bear myself to tell you that wasn't right. You are still saying "Gavalin's."
I am sad when you leave us to go visit your Daddy. I know he needs his time with you too, but I miss you when you are gone. It is like the laughter minimizes significantly when you aren't there. The best part of the week is getting you back. When I haven't seen you for 4 days and you hug me so tight, tell me that you have missed me and that you love me, that is the best feeling in the world.
I will cherish the time we have; like when we play t-ball, go to the park or pool, play golf and hit the ball into Mike's special pillow and we yell "GOAL" at the top of our lungs, when I tickle you, when you tickle me, playing doll house, coloring, watching you learn something new and listening to you laugh and seeing you smile. You make my life worth living and you have so much space in my heart.
I am so thankful, despite everything that you daddy and I have been through, that God gave us you. You are so special and you touch the hearts of everyone you meet!
I Love You, more than I will ever be able to show you.
Momma
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