two.

I could use the tender, age old cliche about how it went by so fast, how it can't be that she's already two.
Truth is I know better.  I do know where time has gone.  I have lived it.  I have spent every moment of her being knowing that this day, just like many others, would come.  I have spent the last two years eagerly swallowing up every ounce of love she has given us.


In writing this I know that it is not just a birthday.  It is so much more.   It is the pinnacle of all things lovely.  It is the Day she came to me.  It is the Day, May 19, that I will forever sit and reflect on her birth story, who she is, what I want for her, what I have learned, and what she means to this family.   It is Her birthday, and it deserves something memorable.


Keeping in mind that this blog not only serves as an outlet for self-expression, it also serves as
some sort of documentary for my family.  I realize that in order for it to be what I want it to be,  I
will have to speak directly to the one I speak of.  I am afraid though.  Afraid that any words I may articulate may only cheapen the magic I feel.  The magic that is her.


Here goes.................


My sweet Presley Kate,


Two.  Two beautiful years.  I remember your birth as if it happened only moments ago.  I remember the way you gazed into my eyes the very moment they laid you in my arms.  I remember how sweet you smelled.  How your little finger would wrap around mine.  I remember your first taste of food.  How you knew that it should be good but you weren't quite sure why it wasn't.  I remember the way you wrapped your tiny arms around my neck and the first time you said mama.

I remember the first time your tiny fingers discovered Gigi and PopPop's baby grand.  Oh the music you made!

I remember our trip to the hardware store and how the bathtubs were so appealing.

I remember your first trip to Beaver Creek and your first glimpse of snow.  How cute you were all bundled like an eskimo.

 I remember your first birthday.  My little girl adorned in all things ladybug.  Your beautiful face full of excitement as you played with the other littles at your party.  I remember how the light fairies danced upon your skin, showing even more, how perfect it really is.

I remember your first PopPop show and the way you took over backstage.  With those all access tags around your neck and your little self demanding top priority!

Your first finger painting adventure......

Your first trip to Disney World and the way you spent your time perched high atop PopPop's shoulders.
(always holding his ears!)

Your first haircut and simultaneously your first "ucker"!  Guess which one you enjoyed most?!?!

I remember every teensy moment of your being, the sounds, the smells,.........the LOVE.

Who she is.

You are a rockstar.  A super-princess fluttering around this big world casting your powers on everyone you  meet.  You do have super powers you know.  Your powers mesmerize me.  They have transformed me and my life into something far greater.  You seem to always gaze right down into the depths of my soul.  You pull out so much love and hopes and dreams from there.

You are an amazing little girl.  You have this huge personality wrapped in such a little body.  Your compassion amazes me, as it's well beyond your age.  You are such a social butterfly!   You love to play with others and you are always asking me "mommy, kids?"  Your mama vibe is awesome too.  You love  anything to do with babies and are ridiculously cute with your new baby brother!  You ask me to "hold it" and are always touching his ears, nose, lips and saying "pretty momma".  And you are overwhelmingly concerned when "baby cryin'".  

Your laugh is so contagious.  I can't help but laugh too.  And those monstrous, crater-ish dimples on your cheeks, I'm pretty sure they contain some sort of laughing fairy dust.  Because when you flash 'em,  everyone laughs and the world gets a whole lot brighter!

I lub, lub, lub your hair and the way it seems to have been kissed by the sun and rinsed in strawberries.  The way the curls fall softly upon your shoulders.  The way your pigtails dance when you run.  

I love your eyes.  I am convinced that they were made from pools of water from the oceans in Belize.

I love the way you say you love me.

The way your skin feels against mine.

I love the way you squeeze my neck.

I love your strong will and determination.

I love hearing you sing twinkle little star.


I love our bedtime ritual and the way you doze away in my arms.


I love your Daddy bond,  how you always pretend talk to him on the phone and always run to him
to dance when you hear music.


I love your smile.


I love that God made you for me.

I hope that the world is kind to you.  I hope that life is good to you.  I hope that someday,  you will find a 

special guy.  A really good one like your Daddy.  The kind of man that will always take a backseat to you.  (he better or Momma will have a 'talkin too!)

I hope that you live big and beautifully.  Always take chances and be kind.  I hope that you always add the sprinkles!

I hope that when GOD offers his hand that you will always take it.  I hope that you always see Jesus by your side and know that He loves you.

I hope that you can always see what you mean to this family.  The happiness you have brought us is immeasurable.  We love you infinitely.  

You have taught me so much little sprite.  Love uncontrollably for certain.  You have taught me that love knows no bounds.  That this moment that we live in, is a precious one gone to quickly.  To revel in each second.  To appreciate the little things, they stick around in your heart for a really long time.  You have taught me that being a good mom is not just about the fun stuff.  It's also about those times when your littles are sick and just want to be held.  That sometimes a hug and a good story time is the best medicine of all.  That Saturday morning cuddles in bed is the best thing ever.  That the sweetest words I will ever hear,

ever, ever, ever are......      Mommy I wub you.

so to my little Katybird,  my little blond haired blue-eyed pixie,................................

i wub you, tons and tons

to the moon

infinity.

xoxo

mommy