Thursday, July 29, 2010

Somehow before you know it five years goes by and you go from here to there in a flash. Emie came into the world with great celebration and the merriment and the fun pretty much hasn't stopped since.

She has such a contagious zest for life it is seriously impossible not to smile around her. Everything is cause for celebration and if her precious mouth isn't in the shape of an "O" to exclaim her excitement about something then she's smiling or laughing about it instead.

Five years old. Hard to believe it's been that long since Dr. Cho said the words I really hoped she would, "It's a girl!" But I never could have dreamt what I was in for. Spirited, lovely, playful, joyful, bright, winsome you Miss Emerson Hope the very first. You delight my soul.

I love watching you grow and learn and do learn quite plenty from you as well. I've lost count of the number of times you've said, "Good job," or "You're doing that well," to me or someone else. Your gift of encouragement is unmatched and such a treasure to those around you. Your tenderness with your sister is beautiful and frankly quite wise beyond your years. Noteworthy since Ainsley love is known to yank your hair or pitch your glasses in her efforts to explore the boundaries of social graces. But you laugh it off and call her Noodle Doodle or Silly Baby and don't hold it against her. It's a great way to go - to keep no record of wrongs and laugh not only at the days to come but at the one were in this very moment as well.

You almost always know what Ainsley needs when she's sad or crying and are so careful with her that it melts me to no end. Just the other day I was struggling (for the third or fourth time that morning) to get that girl's Pamper back on since she is so fond of whipping it off and running around buck naked. She was fighting me in this and had no interest in being hindered by the confines of a diaper (why this feels like a ball and chain to her I don't yet know) but you said, emphatically but with respect, "Mamma, just let her be. Please let her be," so I did. I just laid down the Pamper and let the little love run naked all a giggle. What was the difference anyway? We were the only ones home and we do have wall to wall hardwood floors for some reason after all. The point is this: you knew enough to tell me to stop majoring on a minor. To remember that our value is full, abundant life and a little naked behind waving in the breeze never hurt a soul.

I love you, girl. So much my heart aches inside. You sparkle, shine, and make our lives beautiful. Happy, Happy Birthday. Five looks so good on you.

p.s. I love that even waiting in line for the rides on your birthday you look nothing short of gorgeous.

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