My, how time has flown by. Five years ago, I “delivered” you by planned C-section, and you were, unbeknownst to me at the time, my easiest delivery ever, even if you were my most difficult pregnancy. We knew before you were born that you would be a delight, and you have always been so.
How terrified I was of you when you began crawling at four months old! I never realized it was because you loved your brother so much that you just had to get closer to him. And even now, you are God’s gift to him, and I am amazed at how much you love him.
You are a good sister.
I seriously cannot believe you are five years old. I have asked you more than once if you would consider staying four for a while yet, but you have concluded that it is impossible. I told your father I feel like all of you children are water, slipping through my fingers, as much as I try to make ice and freeze time, if just for a moment.
And here we are. You, a silly, unserious, giggly little thing, trying your best to learn to read. You, so ready to laugh. You, so sweetly mothering your dolls and pretending to care for the sick.
Five years old.
Will the next five years fly by just this fast? Does it always feel like a whirlwind?
I never knew that love for a child would grow with each passing year, but at this rate your father and I will be ready to burst by the time you are grown.
Before you were born, we caught a glimpse of you: magical, happy, elven almost.
And so you are.
Happy birthday, darling.
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