Happy Birthday, Sara Grace
Writing these birthday updates are always so difficult. As the years go by, the memories fade and the fact that you're all growing up makes me sad. But happy. But sad. But proud. But SAD. It's not that I'm not wanting you to grow up, because let me say that I cannot wait to see what you'll be like and what you'll be in to and what kind of people I will have eventually raised. But, it's just hard. It's hard because these days, these 'baby days' as I call them, have been so amazing. Not always easy, not always fun, but amazing. The cuddling, the incessant 'i love you's', the way your voices sound, the little baby bodies,your chubby little hands...that's what I cherish and that's what I'll miss the most. You've all promised me that you'll still hug me and tell me that you love me, even when you're 30, so, I'm going to hold you to that. Emma has even promised not to be a bad teenager. Considering her teenage years are the ones that I already have nightmares about, I will hold her to that statement, as well.
Jack has obviously moved on from those baby days. "It's okay", I would tell myself, because I have three more. Emma has also moved on from those days. "It's okay", once again, because I still have my littles. Well, my first "little" is five. FIVE. Sara Grace...Sassy...is FIVE. And, her baby days are very, very numbered. I'm trying to tell myself that "it's okay"... but, but, but..Sara is 5. It's not okay.
Sara was my tiniest baby at birth. She was often sickly. Reflux was the story of her very early days, while respiratory problems made up the rest of her story in the first 2 years or so. I didn't think she's ever walk, and I didn't think she'd ever talk. Little did I know that my sickly 'late bloomer' would be a singing, dancing, running, chatty, healthy, confident amazing little soul.
Her big brown eyes melt me on a daily basis. Well, her big brown eyes melt MANY on a daily basis.
The cheeks, the smile, the attitude. They are all small, but very important pieces of what make Sass, Sass. I couldn't have given her a more perfect nickname, by the way. She is just a Sassy-girl, through and through.
Sass, you're nearly finished with pre-k. I remember when school started this past year that I was very nervous about how you would do away from me for the first time. Well, to say that you've done wonderfully would be an understatement. You've flourished, you've matured, you've attained this confidence that I've not seen yet in any of my other children. You love life and music and dancing...oh, do you love to dance. You're quite good at it, too. You are funny. You are sweet. You are a bright light and you light up a room when you walk into it.
You still love Paw Patrol, but you adore Daniel Tiger. You love many songs. Your favorite color is pink. You love to wear dresses and wear makeup, as you are quite the girly-girl. You HATE playing outside and will do anything to get out of playing out there. You HATE bugs and scream and cry like you're being tortured if you so much as see a bug. You are extremely outgoing, but crippingly shy, if that makes any sense what so ever. You often freak out in larger crowds and it takes you a while to warm up, but when you do you have so much fun.
My sweet Sara Grace with the pretty face...I'm so grateful for you and your smile. I'm so grateful for your 'chubby cheeks' and your 'bee-you-tiful face'. I'm grateful for our conversations and our dance parties. But, the thing I'm most grateful for? I'm grateful for the opportunity to be your Mommy.
Happy Birthday, sweet girl. I hope 5 is a wonderful year for you.
The cheeks, the smile, the attitude. They are all small, but very important pieces of what make Sass, Sass. I couldn't have given her a more perfect nickname, by the way. She is just a Sassy-girl, through and through.
Sass, you're nearly finished with pre-k. I remember when school started this past year that I was very nervous about how you would do away from me for the first time. Well, to say that you've done wonderfully would be an understatement. You've flourished, you've matured, you've attained this confidence that I've not seen yet in any of my other children. You love life and music and dancing...oh, do you love to dance. You're quite good at it, too. You are funny. You are sweet. You are a bright light and you light up a room when you walk into it.
You still love Paw Patrol, but you adore Daniel Tiger. You love many songs. Your favorite color is pink. You love to wear dresses and wear makeup, as you are quite the girly-girl. You HATE playing outside and will do anything to get out of playing out there. You HATE bugs and scream and cry like you're being tortured if you so much as see a bug. You are extremely outgoing, but crippingly shy, if that makes any sense what so ever. You often freak out in larger crowds and it takes you a while to warm up, but when you do you have so much fun.
My sweet Sara Grace with the pretty face...I'm so grateful for you and your smile. I'm so grateful for your 'chubby cheeks' and your 'bee-you-tiful face'. I'm grateful for our conversations and our dance parties. But, the thing I'm most grateful for? I'm grateful for the opportunity to be your Mommy.
Happy Birthday, sweet girl. I hope 5 is a wonderful year for you.
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