Dear Emma,
Today you are four. In some ways, I can't believe it, and it others, I certainly can. You are so grown....so smart...and so much fun to be with. I love our days together. You have started to come out of your room in the mornings on your own. I hear you close your door and pitter patter down the stairs to come see me. I love it. It warms my heart to see you become so independent. And it pains me too...you are a little girl now. Not a baby, not a toddler...a little, beautiful girl.
You love to play with your baby dolls, and you always make sure they have everything they need - books, blankets, stuffies, bottles, food, etc... It sometimes annoys me because we always have so much stuff to take with us for even the simplest outing. But I'll take it, anyday.
You love to help me grocery shop and get your own cart. And everything needs to be in your cart...unless it's yucky stuff like vegetables.
You love to have cream cheese happy face raisin bread for breakfast. And you have chocolate milkie every morning and night.
Your new saying is "cool donuts" which you learned from me, but tweaked to be your own. I said "cool beans" one day and you corrected me saying that beans are not cool (so true, my Emma). But donuts are, so cool donuts it is.
You love, love, love to be with dad when he is home. So much so that I feel left out a lot. But the bond you have with him is special, and I am thankful you want to spend so much time with him. You love helping him outside - it's probably your favorite thing.
You love to watch Curious George, Shimmer and Shine, and Ice Age. You recite the lines sometimes, and I love it. You also have a keen eye for what you want - every commercial selling anything you desire is always followed with "Mom, I want that! Can I have that for my birthday???" I respond yes because how can I say no to your sweet voice?
You love to organize - a trait I am proud of, for sure. This is something that will definitely come in handy I the future. I often find all the crayons moved to another container and organized by color...
You also love scissors. I was hesitant to give them to you, but you love to cut up pieces of paper, and you follow the rules well...so I don't worry. You haven't tried to cut your hair yet...hopefully I won't be blogging about that ever. You cut up your paper and place it in a neat pile in a box. And you love to make "lists." You carry it with you on our errands and refer to it. I have no idea where you got this from:)
Your favorite thing to do in the car is listen to country music. I am proud, to say the least. I won't deny that it was probably forced on you, and should you choose to listen to something else, I guess I will oblige. You love Sam Hunt, Jason Aldean, and Dustin Lynch. I love hearing you sing the words from the backseat. But I don't dare look at you...you don't want others to sing or acknowledge the fact that you are singing.
You are shy and don't like crowds. You prefer one or two friends close to you. And this is fine. I pray you develop sweet, meaningful friendships.
Emma, you are such a precious child. I fall more in love with the person you are becoming everyday. You challenge me to become selfless, to love unconditionally, and to be a better person all the time. You are strong willed, and you push my buttons sometimes, but I know you and God are teaching me lessons. Lessons on patience, loving, and living in the moment. I am so thankful God chose me as your mother.
Emma,
You are a child of God.... you are wonderfully made, dearly loved, and precious in His sight.
Before God made you, He knew you...there is no one else like you!
Happy Birthday, my
Emma-bemma!!!
So sweet. Happy Birthday Emma!
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