It was a unicorn birthday for Amelie and now she is four!
I spend more time with my sweet Amelie than anyone else. Often I feel we are attached at the hip and we talk (or she talks) all day long. Mostly we talk about being a kitty, when is snack time, how much we love daddy kitty, and how we need to be kind to Asa. Occassionally our personalities bump against each other and I see my own stuborn-ness combined with daddy's stubborn-ness and how that has created this incredibly stubborn little girl (er...kitty).
But most of the time, she is laughing and twirling and whirling and hugging Asa too tightly. I know she won't always be here to talk to and when I will most want to know all that's going on inside of her she won't want to tell me. So I listen to her deep desire to be a kitty and how her favorite color is now purple even though five minutes ago it was purple and pink. The fact that my favorite color is red and doesn't change from being red mystifies her and actually makes her kind of annoyed because red after all is not a very pretty color.
When the doctors lifted Amelie into this world, incredible relief and great hope flooded through my body. For what had seemed like a lifetime I never thought I would have a second child and then she was a sweet girl. A daughter.
Just four years and there has been more sweetness than I could imagine from one little person.
Happy Birthday to my sweet Amelie Kitty.
I spend more time with my sweet Amelie than anyone else. Often I feel we are attached at the hip and we talk (or she talks) all day long. Mostly we talk about being a kitty, when is snack time, how much we love daddy kitty, and how we need to be kind to Asa. Occassionally our personalities bump against each other and I see my own stuborn-ness combined with daddy's stubborn-ness and how that has created this incredibly stubborn little girl (er...kitty).
But most of the time, she is laughing and twirling and whirling and hugging Asa too tightly. I know she won't always be here to talk to and when I will most want to know all that's going on inside of her she won't want to tell me. So I listen to her deep desire to be a kitty and how her favorite color is now purple even though five minutes ago it was purple and pink. The fact that my favorite color is red and doesn't change from being red mystifies her and actually makes her kind of annoyed because red after all is not a very pretty color.
When the doctors lifted Amelie into this world, incredible relief and great hope flooded through my body. For what had seemed like a lifetime I never thought I would have a second child and then she was a sweet girl. A daughter.
Just four years and there has been more sweetness than I could imagine from one little person.
Happy Birthday to my sweet Amelie Kitty.