There are chaotic days. Days when the sink is full of dishes and the house needs tidying. Perhaps it's a day when Henry is throwing sand in the house or maybe it's a day when Kate is fussing over this or that. These are the days that I feel the pressures of raising 3 children, and it's always you who comes to my rescue. When I'm counting down the minutes until daddy gets home from work, you are the one who helps me make it through the day with my sanity in tact. Your gentle ways with Henry and Kate, and your natural instinct to love and nurture your brother and sister amazes me.
There are sweet days. Like the days Henry picks me flowers from our garden. Or like the day when Kate motioned to her elbow and said, "Elmo." I love that I can turn to you, and together we can share in the sweetness of the moment. That's a sign, I think. A sign that you're turning into a marvelous young lady. A person, who in time, will someday be my best friend and confidant. I can't wait.
Happy 7th Birthday sweet one!