Today, at 3:08 pm Eastern time, my daughter Isabella turned 5 years old. 5! How did that happen? I don’t know, I’ll tell you that much. I wanted to take a moment to share some thoughts about my daughter on her big 5 bday!
Five years ago today, I was in the throes of contractions and un-medicated labor pains. When you arrived, you had a perfectly shaped 'cone' head, kissable red lips, a sprinkling of fuzzy black hair, and your dad's brown eyes. You were my firstborn, my baby who made my heart feel a fullness that I didn’t know was missing.
You were born in Tampa on a rainy Saturday afternoon. I can barely remember those first four terribly colicky months (which is probably why I was willing to have your brother!). I do remember one night, rocking you as we both cried, singing every song I could think of–Motown hits, Christmas tunes, patriotic melodies– to help ease our tears.
You were a baby then, and today you are a big five year-old girl. And I cannot believe it’s been five years. You’ve changed so much, and we’ve had so many changes as a family, but through it all, your smile has lit the way for all of us.
I’m not ready for you to grow up so fast. I wish I could slow down time to half-speed, to savor every moment more. Next year, you’ll have kindergarten homework. Before I’m ready, you’ll be busy with long-term projects, journal writing, and instant messages to friends.
I tell you every night and I mean it: you are the love of my life. And no matter how big you get, you’ll always be my baby. Most of all, I want you to know, deep down, how much I love and admire the kind-hearted, adventurous, inquisitive, fun-loving, empathetic girl you’ve grown into.
Happy Birthday, my lovey.
Love always,
Mama