On this day, the sixth anniversary of the day you were gifted to me, I’m thinking about what life would be like without you. And it seems impossible for me to imagine. You’ve come into my life, made me the mother of a daughter and filled my world with such immense joy. From the time you were little bitty, you showed me to slow down, notice things, laugh, sing and dance. You are so full of vibrant energy, playfulness, a little bit of mischief and a whole lot of love.
You are kind and caring.
You are rambunctious and rowdy.
You are fierce and free-spirited.
You are a light in my life, and I am so grateful for you. I wish you nothing but joy and happiness on your sixth birthday, my sweet potato. I love you more than you can know.
This morning sis, you nonchalantly pointed out that you were charging your wand…
You woke up twice last night, sis, before I even went to bed, saying you had a bad dream. You felt certain your dreamcatcher wasn’t working anymore. I tucked you back in twice, but apparently that wasn’t enough. The last time you awoke to a bad dream, you apparently took matters into your own hands, sis, by crawling into bed with you, bubs. Sweetness. (and the dreamcatcher was fixed the next night. :))
Sweet babies, I heard you a little after 7am, rustling and chatting in a conspiratory way, and I knew you’d awakened your sister, bubs, with a plan to surprise me for Mother’s Day. I lazed in bed and let you two work your magic. The gift I had requested when I tucked you guys into bed the night before was that we sleep in. You both tried, but your whispers and tiptoes are LOUD. 🙂 I was retrieved around 8 and led downstairs with giggles and electric excitement. I passed through yellow streamers hung at the base of the stairs and emerged to posters placed throughout the house, celebrating me as your mom. It was pure sweetness… even the drawing you finished, sis, on the wall, where your purple crayon slipped off the delicate edge of the paper and onto our newly-painted dining room wall. 🙂 (I gifted myself a magic eraser for Mother’s Day… ;)) and soaked in the wonder and beauty (and chaos :)) of this moment. I’m so grateful to be your momma, sweet potatoes. Thank you.
close-up of the whoops crayon maneuver (above)
the aftermath… (above and below)
Each night part of our bedtime routine is for me to use my stern, you-are-in-trouble-now-mister” or “young-lady” voice and say your full names, kiddos. We’ve been doing this for a while after I realized I only said your full name when I was frustrated and you guys were already in serious trouble. The bedtime act goes (ahem. in a stern and ominous voice): “Darwin Elizabeth! I love you very much.” “Oliver Thomas! I love you very much.”
Sis, you usually reply: “Mommy ‘topulos, be. quiet. right now!”
Tonight, bubs, you sweetly said: “I love you more than very much.”
“Awww… buddy, that’s sweet. How much is more than very much?”
“That’s hard. I don’t really have a good word for it.”
“I love you to the furthest planet in the Star Wars Galaxy.”
Works for me. 🙂