Eliza enjoying a generous slice of birthday anticipation!
May 11, 2013
I hope when you think back to your seventh birthday, you won't remember it as that bummer year your Mom talked you out of a friend party or the year that baby brother Forrest crashed the festivities. Rather, if you could see your day through my eyes, you'd see my relief and appreciation for you that afternoon you enthusiastically adopted my idea to have 'two special outings' alone with Mom & Dad in place of a party. You'd understand my gratitude that I did not go into labor on your birthday or that I didn't have to hear about your special day from my hospital bed. You shared this sentiment as all of your prayers leading up to Forrest's arrival included the following line,
"And please bless that the baby won't be born on my birthday." - No pressure, Mom.
Forrest and I came home from the hospital Friday morning which gave me time to pick up where I'd left off in making a few 'simple' preparations for your special day. After my false alarm on Sunday the 5th, I had the thought that it might be wise to bump up our 'Mom & Eliza' birthday activity. Monday night after dinner, we ditched the rest of our crew to enjoy some time on our own. Here's where I confess that I totally made the call on how we'd spend our "time."
Since your birthday closely coincides with Mother's day, I didn't have the heart to break with our mani/pedi tradition. And selfishly, I wanted to have cute toes for the hospital. You were on board with the plan.
*Side note: should I be concerned with the way her arm bends?
Finally, after an agonizing amount of minutes, it was time for you to open your gifts - none of which were a surprise. You've been longing for an American Girl doll for along time. Part of reconciling the idea of not throwing you a party on the same scale that we did for Henry was that an American Girl doll costs an arm and a leg.
So after I ordered and received the doll you'd selected after months of deliberation, you informed me a week before your birthday that you REALLY REALLY wanted Kit instead. What the... ?!?!
"Too bad, so sad." I told you. "You get what you get and you will LOVE IT!" Or something like that. And you know what?
Your awesome soccer coach brought a birthday crown to your game and made sure your teammates sang "Happy Birthday" to you. You came home, filled me in on what I'd missed and then left with Dad for a little Daddy/Daughter bonding to 'Get Air.'
You continue to excel academically. For a second year, you were chosen as citizen of the month in your classroom.
Your free time is usually spent with friends, in the backyard leading Henry and Lottie on an adventure through your imagination, up in your room re-designing your dolls living arrangements or at the counter doing art. At bedtime you read; currently it's Pippi Longstocking. Your mind is generally set on "CREATE" mode. That, I'm certain, you get from your Dad.
Your talents and interests aside, you are thoughtful, helpful and loving. I rely on you more than I ought to admit. You are such a giver and very in tune on how others are feeling. You can sass, you can resist and we can clash! Lucky for me, you can also forgive and have the patience to listen (and listen) when your Mom's mouth just won't quit moving. You are my angel girl. I'm thankful you were sent to our family, even if it was ahead of schedule :). Raising you has been life's greatest gift. I really really hope I don't mess this up.
I love you, Eliza!
I hope your seventh year is as wonderful as you are.