I Love....

I love that your little hand is still plump enough to look like a child's but you're big enough to put polish on yourself (we can simply use a bottle of fingernail polish remover when you're finished to correct errors, yes a full bottle almost)...

I love that you can get so mad at me at times (especially when you're tired) but it breaks your heart to go to bed without hugging me, kissing me, and telling me at least 12 times how much you love me...

I love that you allow me to pick out only a small portion of your outfits, you MUST pick out the rest! (even if it appears you are going to Madonna tryouts after school)

 

I also love your sense of humor, when you aren't getting enough attention, you'll put on something silly like a fake mustache and come up to me and say "what? do I have something on my face?" just so you can make me smile.

I love that you try your best, no matter how many "no's" you get before you get a "yes", to sleep with me every single night, offering your dad the couch, the floor, and in desperate times you even offer your own bed for the old man to sleep in, just to have a chance to curl up next to me, so I can 'tickle scratch' your arm for all of about two minutes before you completely pass out...

I love that you still occasionally miss your R's (I never did work too hard at correcting those, loved the sound of it too much!)...

I love that you throw in new words (fabricated or real) into your vocab at any given, unexpected moment (just today you said "this is redijuous" instead of ridiculous)...

Just to see how far my precious baby has come (speech/language/otherwise) here's a couple of clips from back in the day and a recent one as well...

Brook's pledge (4 yrs old)

4 yrs old w/new baby kittens

and for the record, it was the umbilical cord

and look at her now

Happy Birthday Brook, six years old today!!!

I love you