Today my eldest turned five years old.
How clearly I remember the day she was born. She arrived late, just like her baby sister, and with little fuss, also just like her little sister.
She is such a joy to me. I couldn’t imagine my life without her, and I don’t even want to try.
She is so sweet. She is tender-hearted. There is not a mean bone in her body.
She is so smart. I mean: hardcore intelligent. I love that about her. Her intelligence is a big part of what makes up her personality.
She is not the “easiest” child. She has some “quirks” that often leave me confounded and frustrated, but I wouldn’t change a thing about her. She is who she is and I am crazy about her.
There is a song by Mindy Gledhill that so accurately describes my relationship with my Megan. I cried and cried the first time I heard it.
I don’t mind your odd behavior
It’s the very thing I love
If you were an ice cream flavor
You would be my favorite one
My imagination sees you
Like a painting by Van Gogh
Starry Nights and bright sunflowers
Follow you where you may go
Oh, I’ve loved you from the start
In every single way
And more each passing day
You are brighter than the stars
Believe me when I say
It’s not about your scars
It’s all about your heart
You’re a butterfly held captive
Small and safe in your cocoon
Go on you can take your time
Time is said to heal all wounds
Like a lock without a key
Like a mystery without a clue
There is no me
If I can not have you
I love my daughter and each and every unique thing about her: the good and the bad. She is certainly one of a kind.