One… the weight of your body resting on my chest, the full hot lovely weight of you, curling fingers around mine, the smell of Burt’s Bees, trust in your half-open eyes, words not yet formed.
Two… questions and curiousity, giggling girls nibbling frosted blueberry muffins, crinkling colorful wrapping paper, mylar balloons, the adventure of entering a room with a friend by your side and your parents so far away in the next room, maybe even on the other side of a door.
Three… a newfound love for plants, the village conservatory, cacti, a bird that talks, chasing cousins around and around and around the circle, any circle, parents and aunties and grownup friends looking on with pure joy.
Four… singing in your first concert, craving olives and hummus, loving storytime and snuggles, fairy wings and playing pretend.
Five… moving houses, moving schools, nature walks and pressed leaves, eyeglasses, reading, trips to the lake with family and friends, paddling a kayak, learning to swim, Kindergarten. A whole new world.
Six… yoga. And Brownies.
Seven… fancy dresses, sassing back, holding your own “sit-in” on a low stone wall, Pokémon, chapter books, heading to the end of our block on your scooter — on your own. Beginning to build a rich, lively, funny, supportive circle of mismatched and fabulous friends, some of whom will stay with you for a long, long, long time. Maybe even for life.
I cherish you each day, and I am honored and awed to watch you grow. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart!