Dear Elizabeth.
Today you are 4 years old.
I remember the fear and difficulty that surrounded us when
you were born. Your dad was so sick that he went right from the room you were
born in to the oncology unit on the other side of the hospital. But first he
got to smother his brandnew little daughter in kisses.
He wouldn’t hold you again for 3 more days. During that time
you and I were on our own for the most part while one gramma took care of your
Daddy and the other Grammie took care of your brothers and I took care of you.
We had a lot of time to think over those few days when it was just the girls.
I remember wondering what kind of girl you would be…what
kind of a life you would have…would any of this affect you?
I have the answers to those questions now. The ones that
seemed so very important then.
What kind of girl are you?
You are a girl with
mind of her own. You would be the type of person to march into a family
going through hell…turn it upside down and yank us in a different direction.
You were a girl with a purpose…right from the start. You are feisty and head
strong and determined. You are smart and you are also soft, and
sweet and sensitive. You are a nurturer and you fiercely love your family. Your
brothers mean everything to you. You have a uniquely special relationship with
each of them and you call Matthew “my little sweetie”.
What kind of life would you have?
The life you would have would be full of love. You would have parents who learned not to take a moment for granted. They would help you seize any and every opportunity. They would give you a love of learning and encourage you to experience all that you can. You would have a life where you are free to be who you are and where you are loved unconditionally. You have a beautiful life.
Would your early experiences affect you?
I would tell that new mother of a daughter who worried so much about so many things when you were born that you would be affected.. you would spoiled with attention and love from doting brothers and a Daddy who needed you then more than ever. You were a baby who new her purpose. And you did it well. You lit up a room, you changed the energy, you gave us hope in the face of fear. You were affected by this I am sure, in all the right ways.
I love having a daughter. I love the bond we have and how we
know what one another is thinking and you are so intuitive you will slip your
hand in mine and whisper “do you know I love you Mommy?” just when I really
need to hear it. I love your outfits and doing your hair. I love tucking you
in and reading you princess and pinkalicious books. I love how much you love
dancing and singing and what a good little Mommy you are to your babies. You
tell people “do you know I am a busy Mommy?” You have 4 main babies that you
dote on. With their little clothes hung in your closet and their bed next to
yours where you tuck them in each night.
You are such a joy. We are so very blessed to know you, to
raise you and to call you ours.
We love you so much Elizabeth Annabella-Joy (to which you
would say “call me ELLA!”) Happy birthday darling girl!!
Love Mommy xoxo