Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

3.02.2011

Ayla, And her year of being Four.


Ayla. Her name makes me smile and so does her laugh. I just have to think of her and I smile, involuntarily. She makes me happy and almost always has.

She turned Five yesterday. I have been telling her since she turned four that she Can NOT turn five, it was forbidden. But, she went ahead and did it anyway. It makes me sad/happy to see her grow up. I am sad for her to be five because it means that next year she will be in full day kindergarten and I will miss her, oh so much. She is getting so tall and her hair is growing long and she doesn't look like my little, itty, bitty bug any longer. It makes me happy that she has learned some some self control and that she knows just when she needs a nap and that she will take it, even if it is in the middle of the kitchen floor, while friends are over.

This last year of her being four has been the year of the bumps. She has had the chicken pox and Molluscum Contagiosum. It sounds awful doesn't it. Well it hasn't been as contagious as it sounds but it has been since last April or so that we first noticed them and they will not go away. The dermatologist has given us a special topical to put on with a toothpick it is so potent and even though it hurts her badly, she still asks us to put it on her "bumps". When someone else notices them on her leg or arms, she says, it's okay, those are just my bumps. She is so nonchalant about them and they are just a part of who she is right now. I love her acceptance.

This year has also been about preschool, Dora the Explorer, Lanie- her American Girl Doll, playing with Natalie Asay, cinnamon apples, and gymnastics.

She has taught me so much about going with the flow, being comfortable with who you are, forgiveness, acceptance, happiness, and playfulness. “A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.” Ayla completely exemplifies this quote for me. She is an amazing person and I feel honored to be her mother. I love you little Ayla Bug.

12.21.2010

LOVE


I LOVE my family. I know, I know. Pretty much everyone feels this way about their own children, right? But for some reason I feel that MY love for MY children is extraordinarily different, somehow. More unique. More profound. More encompassing. MY love seems to resonate within me. Permeating from within my chest at times, and then expanding outward throughout my body until it seems almost tangible, in a real, grab hold of it kind of way. There are moments when I feel it so strongly that I wonder if others can sense the change that comes up inside of me. It brings tears to my eyes in these moments, and a giddy kind of laughter to my lips. And I wonder why am I so blessed, to have this feeling of immense love. And I realize that this feeling is unique, as unique as each of my children are, so is my love for them. As they continue to bud and grow, and change, so does my love for them. What a blessed, wonderful Journey we are each on in this life. May you all take hold of your unique and precious loved ones this Christmas and hold on tight, remembering the love you have for them right now in this most wonderful time of year! Merry Christmas to all of you that are so dear to us!

11.14.2010

Sienna is SEVEN


My beautiful Girl! She makes me smile. She makes me laugh. I love her cuddles, her cards, her kisses. I love how she loves Elsie and would do anything for her. I love that she is spunky(most of the time) and that she can hold her own ground and isn't afraid of anyone or anything. I love that if someone else can do it then that means she can too, and will keep trying until she gets it. I love that she will do yoga with me and that she is better at it than I am. I love that she wants to have handstand competitions with me. I love that she is so easy to make happy. I love that she needs me when she is sick and that she adores her Daddy. I love her freckles and her silly little laugh. I love her red hair, short or long, curly or straight. I love it. I love her. Seven years worth of love and memories piling up on top of each other, and I can't wait for more.