5 Years Old

Dayla,

I can’t believe you are five years old. So much of you is a “big girl”; you have the sass and the drama of a teenager already and have already slammed your first door and threatened to never love me again. I have to tell you: I may tease you about all that some day, but the truth is that I don’t mind. I know that is part of growing up. I know that you are being shaped and molded day by day to become a beautiful woman of God. I know that the passion you have right now to stand up to your Mom, God has designed you that way, and I pray He will one day use in you to stand up for Him!

There is not one day with you that is not an adventure and exciting, and I love that about you. I truly love that I never wonder what you are thinking. You never shut down when you are upset, but articulate things that I don’t even know how to articulate; I love that about you. I love that you are more in touch with your feelings, thoughts, and emotions than any other child I know your age. You articulate things that are profound and beautiful; you continue to amaze me every day. I love that you tell me you hate hugs and kisses, yet you hug and kiss me every day. A part of me even loves that you hate having your picture taken because it makes the rare moments when you let me take them that much sweeter.

You are passionate. You would die for something you believed in. You are funny. You are kind. You are compassionate. You are articulate. You hate clothes, shoes, and socks. You love to dance. You love to read the Bible. You are a great big sister and have yet to get even frustrated at your brother; you have nothing but sweet words, gentle hugs, and genuine love for Sebastian.

Right now my favorite time of the day with you has to be when I am tucking you in at night. You caress my cheek as I sing you “Michael Row Your Boat Ashore”, and I run my fingers through your hair. It is in these moments that I get to hold you close and you don’t fight it; at this time of day that I can smell you and kiss you and snuggle you all I want. Your fight is finally gone, and we both surrender into the moment. The sweet sweet moment. And you tell me about your day and ask me to pray that God will one day give you a baby sister.

Dayla, I don’t know how it is possible, but I love you more and more every day. Tomorrow I will wake up and love you more than I do today. I pray that you will always know how much you are cherished and loved. We can’t wait to see what God has in store for you.

Happy 5th Birthday.

Love,
Mom

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