five

My little girl turns 5 tomorrow.  When I came home today there was a small wrapped package on the side of my bed.  Andrew said, I got you a little something.  Unwrapped, they were several single serving Nutella pouches. Violet had issue with the fact that I got a present so I started in about five years ago when we, errr I, was working really hard to extract her from my belly.  I deserve Nutella.   

So five years.  That is a long time.  Tonight she sits at the table placing careful pencil letters on paper. Her hair streams down her back.  Her feelings are big. Loud. She is thoughtful and self centered.  Strong willed, caring.  She is smart.  She is a dancer.  She is absolutely not getting chewing with her mouth closed!!  

Mostly I am so so glad that I know her.  She makes me laugh, cry, love, worry and hope.  She is my night and my day.  

We finish off the night with, Sorry I got banana stuff on you mom.  

Tomorrow we celebrate the little puck.  And everything she is to us. 

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