Four Years Of Sunshine



Note: I have written each of my kids a birthday letter and shared it here for years, but this year I am behind...no better month to catch up than memory-keeping month, right?  So I'm going to share one of my kids' birthday letters each week until we are caught up!

Dear Clarice,

Darling, you are four years old!  The last year went by so fast, and it was a highly adorable year.

You have grown and changed so much between three and four.  This year will forever be marked in my memory as the year when we arrived home to our still new-to-us house at night, and you looked out the dark car windows and declared nervously "Mama, I sceered a' behrs."

("Mama, I'm scared of bears," if you need a translation.)

It was achingly cute, and your dad and I repeated it whenever we needed a smile.  Last year you still had something of a baby lilt to your sentences, and now you are sounding more like a big girl.  Your voice is still tiny and cute though, and you hardly speak without smiling.  Your face has lost some of it's baby roundness.

Your favorite clothes to wear right now are tutus and any items with sparkles.  You are about to start a ballet class, and you are so excited.  You've been practicing your ballet moves ever since your big sister took a class last year, and your little motions are so graceful.  I can't wait to see you all dressed and with your ballerina bun.  You're going to love it!

Your favorite toy is still your "Baby", the pink bear you have carried with you since you were an infant.  I found a back-up last year, the same bear only a white one.  You found it in my closet one day and ran up to me with your face all lit up.  "Mama, it's a white Baby!"  Now you carry around "Pink Baby" and "White Baby" everywhere (even though White Baby isn't exactly white anymore).  But I notice that Baby is with you less often than it used to be.

You started drawing in earnest this year, and your attempts at drawing our family are my favorite.  We are a jumble of round heads and stick arms and legs, with big smiles drawn on.  In one version, your brother is jumping on Daddy's head.  Sometimes you draw a picture of me and you together, and it melts my heart.

You are my child with the biggest emotions.  You either give me your brightest smile, or you come to me with the saddest little tears in your eyes.  When you are sad and I pick you up, you still curl into my lap, and I remember what it was like to hold you when you were brand-new.  I kiss your little wet cheeks and hold you until that sunshine smile comes back to your face, and it never takes long.

You are a joy, my sunshine girl with sky blue eyes and golden hair.  I thank the Lord every day that He made you mine.  You are a gift to me, Little One.  I have loved you at three, and I can't wait to see what new fun four will bring!  I am blessed that I get to be the one to watch you grow.

I love you always!


Mama




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Elizabeth said...

My daughter is 3, so it's nice to hear what I have to look forward to! And it's nice to enjoy the last few years of "baby" talk.

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