Dear Emma Rose,
I looked at the changes in these two photos side by side last night and had a "happy-tears" cry. That sweet tiny baby is gone and the sweet girl who is growing and changing so very quickly has taken her place. I feel so very lucky to be able to be here to watch it happen and be here to guide you along the way.
I have delighted this past week in hearing you declare to anyone within earshot that "I am going to be six in ___ days!" (psst... you are 6 now.) Never before have you been so overjoyed and aware of your upcoming birthday. The last thing you told everyone last night before bed was "to be sure to remember to sing Happy Birthday to me in the morning."
Since starting kindergarten in September I have noticed so many things about you:
You pick out your own (mostly pink) outfits in the morning, dress on your own, brush your teeth/ pick out stories/ ready your room for sleep, you are beginning to read, you know your numbers/ letters, you help out more around the house, you have a fierce streak of empathy for others, you are vocal and demonstrative with your love of your friends and family, and you like a good, long belly laugh.
You have an overwhelming love of all things pink or filled with stuffing, you enjoy learning and going to school, you draw and paint constantly (hello multiple storage bins filled with art), you need the sound machine set to the sound of crickets chirping to fall asleep, you remember minute details and often upon waking you often finish the conversation you began at bedtime, you have the ablility to leave a hurricane-level mess in your wake, a certain level of joy you express most often when playing pretend/ dress-up/ dolls/or in the dirt, you fear being alone in the dark, and you can't help but sing and dance when you hear your favorite songs come on the radio.
When I think about the day you were born I always think of how quickly Ben took to being your big brother. He had the biggest smile on his face when he held you for the first time and you have always been much more at ease when he is close by. So many times Ben talks about how it is hard to remember life and our family before you were in it and how glad he is that you are his sister. Ditto, Ben, ditto.
You, Emma Rose, are my sunshine, my bouncy, bubbly, energizer-bunny, my question asker, my constant talker, my go until you drop, cheerleader for the world, stuffed-animal loving little sunshine, and you most definitely make us all happier when skies are grey.
May the world continue to fill you with wonder, and may you continue to light up the world on this, your sixth birthday.