My Darling Rebekah,
What a year it has been. So much is changing in the world around you. I am grateful that you do not watch any debates, see the multiple acts of terror and violence and that you have no idea who Richard Spencer is.
Sometimes I write these philosophical blog entries, pontificating about the universe around us and how we fit. But this time I thought I would bookmark where you are in your life. What you are up to. I mean it all passes, day by day and it will be nice to look back.
So back to you. You continue to be so kind and gentle. You often remind me to slow down, pause and notice the world around me. You remind me that it is the journey, not the hurry to get there first. You have your moments. Headstrong, to say the least. But you are typically open to negotiations. We always seem to figure it out.
We welcomed Goldie into our lives this month and you were surprising a little rough on her at first. In your defense she did try to eat some of your favorite stuffed animals.
I have enjoyed how much you continue to surprise me. One day, you just start reading out loud. It was something you were working on with Papa Sol and you just did it. Green Eggs and Ham. A hobby of yours right now is art. You really enjoy your classes with Morah Rosa as Marcella does. A big surprise this last week was to find out you could not see very well. You are not much of a complainer about physical ailments - I had no idea. I mean you still will give me a hug just to be nice for me to find out you are running a fever of 101. Anyway, we took you for your routine physical exam and when they asked you to look at the chart with the right eye covered you moved your right eye over the left eye spot. Hilarious. Now you have glasses.
You are a thoughtful friend. One of your dear friends broke her leg on a field trip and you knew exactly what her favorite things were and you could not wait to go pay her a sick visit.
You and Marcella actually get on well and play nicely, most of the time. You both are certainly better than Uncle Bill and I were or the stories I have heard of your father and Uncle Joe.
Recently, some people around me have moved on out of this world. And others seem to be on their way. Some other things have happened, terrible things, to children as young as you. It has been in the news. And I am reminded to hug you one extra time, as you seem to just want to do naturally. And I even remember to stop doing everything so we can color or make play dough pastries or play with Barbies. I love you my sweet girl. You are truly precious to me. Happy Birthday.
I love you my dear,
Mama
Sometimes I write these philosophical blog entries, pontificating about the universe around us and how we fit. But this time I thought I would bookmark where you are in your life. What you are up to. I mean it all passes, day by day and it will be nice to look back.
So back to you. You continue to be so kind and gentle. You often remind me to slow down, pause and notice the world around me. You remind me that it is the journey, not the hurry to get there first. You have your moments. Headstrong, to say the least. But you are typically open to negotiations. We always seem to figure it out.
We welcomed Goldie into our lives this month and you were surprising a little rough on her at first. In your defense she did try to eat some of your favorite stuffed animals.
I have enjoyed how much you continue to surprise me. One day, you just start reading out loud. It was something you were working on with Papa Sol and you just did it. Green Eggs and Ham. A hobby of yours right now is art. You really enjoy your classes with Morah Rosa as Marcella does. A big surprise this last week was to find out you could not see very well. You are not much of a complainer about physical ailments - I had no idea. I mean you still will give me a hug just to be nice for me to find out you are running a fever of 101. Anyway, we took you for your routine physical exam and when they asked you to look at the chart with the right eye covered you moved your right eye over the left eye spot. Hilarious. Now you have glasses.
You are a thoughtful friend. One of your dear friends broke her leg on a field trip and you knew exactly what her favorite things were and you could not wait to go pay her a sick visit.
You and Marcella actually get on well and play nicely, most of the time. You both are certainly better than Uncle Bill and I were or the stories I have heard of your father and Uncle Joe.
Recently, some people around me have moved on out of this world. And others seem to be on their way. Some other things have happened, terrible things, to children as young as you. It has been in the news. And I am reminded to hug you one extra time, as you seem to just want to do naturally. And I even remember to stop doing everything so we can color or make play dough pastries or play with Barbies. I love you my sweet girl. You are truly precious to me. Happy Birthday.
I love you my dear,
Mama
Barbara, you have such a beautiful soul and so do your sweet girls!
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