Happy Birthday, Baby Girl

How can it be that five years have passed since I first saw your face and you were so tiny you fit on the arm of our sofa?

You were so tiny and precious and perfect. Not much has changed. You aren't so tiny anymore, but I still think you are precious and (almost) perfect.

You no longer have dark brown hair and you would never, ever allow me to dress you in head-to-toe pink or put a (gasp!) headband or bow in your hair. You do, however, still allow me to snuggle-buggle with you daily and hug and kiss you whenever I feel like it.

You have always been a child who knew what she wanted. Back then, you would scream and shout if you were wet, or hungry, or wanted to be held a certain way. Now, there isn't as much screaming and shouting about it, but you are always firm and strong in what you want. I like that about you. In fact, there are many things about you that I like and that I hope never change.

I like that you are fierce and determined. I love your strong will. I like that you know how to be silly, but can be all-business when it comes to school-work or sports. I love how sweet you are to your younger siblings. I love that you tell me sweet things for no reason. I love that you are able to have fun doing just about anything. I could look forever at your shining blue eyes and elated smile when you are excited about something. I like that you want your hair cut like a boy, but that the soft blonde curls around your face can't be tamed. I love that you dress yourself and wear whatever YOU want to wear, even if no one else wears black socks with shorts or blue stripes with camo shorts.

I fell in love with that sweet face 5 years ago and, even though I didn't think it possible, I love you more now than I did then. You bring more joy to my life than I ever imagined.

Happy 5th Birthday, Baby Girl.