It has been 5 years since the moment I first looked at you, first held you, first soothed you, first smelled your head.
How? How has it already been 5 years?
You seem so small to be still, yet still so big. I feel on a day to day basis like you are this sassy 16 year old, but really in my mind you are still 3. You are not, you are 5.
You are every bit of who I had hoped you would be.
You are strong.
You are smart.
You are independent.
You are kind..
You are funny.
You are SASSY as can be.
You can make light of any situation.
You can create something amazing from anything you find laying around.
So imaginative, so inventive.
You want to be a mommy, and astronaut and a doctor.
You can honestly be anything you want. You are driven.
You are so compassionate.
You are contagious.
You make every single person you meet feel like the most special person in the world.
You are magical.
You love to sing, at the top of your lungs, even if you don’t know the words.
You are free.
Free spirited, free to be yourself without any care in the world.
You ask to make friends with every tiny human you meet.
You softly talk to other people’s little babies with such gentleness.
You are a teacher. You teach me patience, you teach me how to be better.
You teach daddy that little girls can play rough too.
You teach your brother all that you know. The way he looks at you melts me.
You make me so proud. Every Day. Even when you make me crazy, when you’re having a hard day, you always do something within a 24 hour span that just leaves me in awe of who you are at FIVE.
You love to cook, you love to eat.
You would rather eat an apple than candy.
You back talk, sometimes say “mama words”, and talk to me through gritted teeth.
When I put you in time out, you scream at the top of your lungs or ask me every two seconds if you can come out yet. See? Sassy.
No you don’t always make perfect decisions, but you are still perfect to mommy.
You tell me I’m beautiful all of the time. If I’m getting dressed up, if I’m in daddy’s t shirt and sweat pants, if I’ve got my giant pregnant belly in a too small bikini sitting in your pool, you always see me as beautiful. I will never let you think I feel otherwise.
You wanted to wear a gold and ivory satin Christmas dress, pink crocs and a tiara for Father’s day to feel beautiful for your daddy.
So we went to go get sno cones in that big gold dress, and despite the stains that are now in that dress for good, you did look beautiful, just as beautiful as you felt.
I am sorry we can’t take you to Disney, you ask me once a week. I’m sorry we can’t have a big party.
Being pregnant is making me so tired. But What I can do, is make you feel just as special as you are.
Make it a day about you. Tel you stories of when you were born and why you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.
You truly are Ada Mae, you made me a Mommy. God knew I was ready before I did and my trust in him gave me the most amazing adventure of my life.
You are wild. You are mine. You are 5.
I can’t wait to see who you grow into over the next year.
I love you Ada, Happy Birthday.