Dear my biggest of bigs-
You are 8.
Yeah, it was last month, but better late than never.
There’s something special about being the first and the oldest. I joke with daddy that you were our experiment child. We knew nothing. We thought we knew everything about being parents. Nope. Wrong.
Now, we just smile and nod when the pediatrician tells us something that isn’t in agreement with our researched decisions. And, we know that turning your around in your carseat at one (when you weren’t even 20 pounds) when the pediatrician told us to is just plain wrong. But, thankfully, you survived and we are doing better for you and your sisters.
One day, you’ll get it.
Fortunately, we think you’ve turned out pretty darn good! You are becoming an awesome young lady (ack. No, little girl!) and you are a great big sister. Your littles look up to you in so many ways, often waiting for you to make a decision before they can make their decision.
You have a range of emotions that we often see in one day, and you are a very sensitive kiddo. Also, you think the photobomb is the best thing ever.
Your heart is the biggest there is and I don’t want anybody to change that. Of course, you have your moments with your sister, but we know that’s to be expected! You recover quickly and the love is what is left visible.
And, I can brag, too. You are so very smart. You love school and you are always thinking outside the box. You want to give 110% in theory, but you also like to rush through things to get them done. Apologies in advance. I used to do that in school. I just wanted to be done. I had to teach myself how to slow down and really pay attention. We’ll work on that.
You really are amazing and wonderful.
Smart. Silly. Funny. Sassy. Gregarious. Beautiful. Awesome. Kindhearted. Creative.
Happy 8th birthday, sweetheart! We love you!
1st birthday. (published on the old family blog. And it’s just not even worthy of sharing! Yikes!)