You may not believe it, but it's true.
As of yesterday, Aurelia is five years old.
What can I say about my daughter...? She is everything.
She is thoughtful and caring to her friends and peers, and easily affected by the moods of others. She likes managing, advising "and then we do this...", and also never wants to go first. She is annoyed by her brother's constant copycatting, and cares for him deeply. She is observate of people and watches for cues on how to react and act, and completely oblivious to the smallest thing in front of her face (like her father). She loves to dance and sing, color and read, and I am pretty sure she will always run faster than me. She gets this "you know what I mean" look on her face when she explains important information, and always has questions. She is usually polite, and is testing the boundaries on sneaking and lying. She will always say yes to treats, maybe to broccoli, and no to gravy. She decided to have a rainbow and unicorn birthday party because, "I like unicorns, and we don't see a lot of rainbows here". How true she is.
My daughter, my oldest, she gives me a lot of chances to practice being patient. She is teaching me to be kinder with my voice, softer with my words, slower with my advice. She is showing me how to let her grow up, her own way, and to simply be a safe and open place to rest her mind, relax her body, dry her tears, and hold her tight.
This little girl. Loving, kind, curious and unsure. I don't know how I could love her anymore than I did the moment I held her, but I sure do.
Happy birthday, my Aurelia.