She slowly tiptoes out of her bedroom and pulls the door softly until it clicks closed behind her. Then boldly with purpose, she walks into our room, stands next to the bed, and taps me on my shoulder until I reach underneath her little arms, hoist her up, pull back the covers, and get her situated between us, snuggling in for the last 10 minutes of sleep. But today was a little different. The routine was the same, but instead of sleeping, there was way too much excitement. "Mommy, is it morning? Am I this many?" And she holds up a whole hand of fingers.
FIVE. Not a toddler, not yet a big kid. She's that perfect in between. Oh, how I love this girl. I want to be more like her when I grow up.
She loves fiercely. Listens quietly. Speaks up when she feels like she's being wronged. Nurtures like no other.
Her favorite color is pink, but rainbow is a close second.
On Monday, I asked her what she wanted for her birthday dinner. She chose the exact same thing we were eating at that moment, and exclaimed, "I looooove this stuff! I can't stop eating it!" So today, two days later, we're having a repeat. I offered her whatever she wanted for lunch. From anywhere. What did she choose? Peanut butter and jelly. She's low-maintenance and fancy free.
She loves dresses with skirts that twirl, puppy dogs and kitty cats (though cats are her favorite), eating popcorn, and doing art projects. She loves tiny things like beads and confetti, even better if said tiny things sparkle.
She loves running through puddles and playing in the rain.
She doesn't think it's fair that her older brother gets to stay up a little longer at night, but she never really complains.
She doesn't love car rides, and is forever asking, "How much time left?" And since she doesn't understand the concept of time, the follow-up question is always, "Is that a long time?"
She rides her bike like a BOSS and makes a 12-mile bike ride look easy.
She can school anyone in Go Fish!
She refuses to let me do anything to her hair. She likes it down, the way it is.
She feels all the things. Deeply.
She makes you work for her trust, but once you've earned it, it's never lost.
The girl is magical. And I can't look away. Nearly every morning, I think to myself, "How lucky am I?"
It is such an honor to get to love her.

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