Happy 5th Birthday, Alice!


Dear Alice,

It’s the day you’ve been waiting for!  You’re FIVE YEARS OLD!  I can hardly believe it.  This morning as soon as you woke up you said, “I’m FIVE?!”  And I said, “Yes!”  And then you said, “And next time I’ll be SIX!”  You are always thinking ahead to the next big thing.  You are always so ready to be older.  But I love, love, LOVE little you.  I will love, love, LOVE bigger you, too.

You are a happy, joyful, brave, strong, and awesome little girl.  Your best friends are your cousins and brother. You love to make crafts, so much so that I had to make a rule that we can’t do crafts until after we’ve eaten breakfast, or else you would craft, craft, craft and forget to eat.  You LOVE to be outside playing.  Yesterday you used all of my kitchen bowls and spoons to make mud pies, before baking them in your cardboard box oven.  You are incredibly creative.  Your favorite place to go is the library.  You love to play games, but what you really love is to WIN.

You are great at soccer.  You’ve been asking me every week since November when the pool is going to open.  You wanted a slumber party with your cousins for your birthday this year, but when it was time to sleep in your sleeping bag, you said, “Well, I really just want to sleep in my bed with my mom.”  So we did.

You have great fashion sense, often putting together cute outfits I would never think of.  You love to help me cook and fold clothes.  You love to give Huck treats, and when people ask you how many brothers you have, you always say, “Two. One is a boy and one is a dog.”

You love to climb.  If I look away for a moment and lose sight of you, I need only to look up to find you, because you are surely up on something.  You love your dolls and babies.  African-American baby dolls are your favorites, because you love their hair best.

You get excited to visit the doctor and dentist, I think because you love to prove how brave you are on these visits.  (And you are.)  You love going to school, and your school friends, and you always have so much to tell me when I pick you up.

You are competitive.  If I tell you I love you, you immediately say, “I love you!  The most!” And if I disagree and tell you I actually love you the most (which I do!) you always, always, always say, “No. I love you the most.  AND I SAID IT FIRST!”

Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night, and if that happens, you always go into Tom’s room to sleep with him.  At least two nights a week, I find you in bed with him.  I don’t know if you know this, but he actually sets aside a pillow and blanket for you near him, in case you come.  He loves you so much, and you are the best little sister.

Daddy can always count on you to go with him on any errand he has to run.  You are always happy to go along with him, mainly because you know he will buy you gum on those trips. And if I ever hear huge belly laughs from you, it’s almost always because your Daddy is cracking you up. You are really generous, and if I ask you to go through your toys or books and set aside the ones you don’t want anymore, you are always happy to do it to give to someone else who might need it.

You are an explorer, an adventurer, and you love to play.  When you were born, you were a complete joy right from the very beginning, and that has remained true.  I am so lucky to be your Mama, and you inspire me in ways you can’t even imagine.  I love you.  The most.  And I promise, I said it first.


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1 Response to Happy 5th Birthday, Alice!

  1. Robyn says:

    Awww I missed this and it got me all teary-eyed. Love.

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