As I slipped Aaliyana into her dreamy birthday dress I found myself in a flood of conflicting emotions. Her growing feet are onto her 4th pair of white kicks. Those tiny baby fingers and hands are no longer “baby.” She’s transforming into a little girl and it’s a tough pill to swallow.
Did I take in baby Lils enough? Did I spend enough time with you? Did I do enough? I want to go back for more but I can’t help but look forward to the little girl you are growing into. This patient big sister, kindly sharing her Mama and Dada (sometimes..) with this new kid on the block. Where did he come from anyway?
Singing this annual birthday song to you fills me with gratitude that you will never be able to understand, you couldn’t possibly. I shamelessly want you to myself forever and dread the day you would rather be out with friends, shopping without me! Or wake up wanting to go anywhere else but my arms. I need our morning cuddles and late-night talks more than you do, I just know it. Your meticulous story-telling and enthused giggles consume me comepletely. What problems? I can’t think of anything else right now.
Our future trials are sure to come but for now, let’s just enjoy being each-others number one. Sorry Dada, it’s true.
Happy birthday my sweet angel.