Now she is 6. She is a friend to birds. She talks to trees. She draws cats and spins her own elaborate mythology about the inner workings of this world. Her mind is in magic and her heart is full of sunshine. April 27, 2016. Happy birthday to my oldest child, one of the three rays of sunshine in my life, the keeper of magic and goodness.
One day, on some birthday years distant, I hope she looks back on her youth, her adoring sister, her imperfect parents and remembers love and mountains and adventure. I hope she remembers joy and exploration of far-off redrock deserts, of mountain peaks, of deep canyons, and of the flower garden under her bedroom window. I hope she knows trips to the beach in the summer and wool mittens, sleds, and hot chocolate in the summer. I hope she stays magic, stays powerful, stays unafraid, and stays kind, and knows she will always stay loved.
I hope she remembers a brave mother who would go on field trips with her kindergarten class after working overnight at the hospital and catching two hours of sleep in the morning and still cheer at a t-ball game that night. A mom who showed her the strength needed to take on the world.
Happy 6th birthday to my Geneva. Sometimes I get sentimental about the years past, back when you were little. But I love love love watching you grow up and experience so many “firsts” in this world.
All these years, I’ve loved you more every day.