Unfortunately, I have been in a creative lull of late which means not only have I not been writing, journaling or even taking many photos, I have barely even scratched a note of things to remember. Thus my late letter.
So let me just keep it simple.
Brendy-lou-lou-bear, you love the Wiggles, corn on the cob and mini-figures to play elaborate tales of princesses and zombies. You could do without dinner, bedtime or scary movies (which pretty much means every movie!) You are newly interested in horsies and art, though biking still may be your favourite thing. Just this morning you ran into greet me as Spiderman, then flew off ‘to make the princesses their picnic!’ Dress-up and dancing is always welcome. As are bandaids, to cover booboo’s both seen and unseen.
You rocked your swim lessons, but only after a tentative start, scared as you were of a boy teacher. Fortunately, his name was Charlie and he wore fluorescent pink shorts and we called him Charlie, Superhero Underpants and he put his hair into a mohawk to make you laugh and you got won over.
Then when you do have a nap, after a particularly active morning, you refuse to go to bed. One of these days happened on vacation at Grampa’s house. 10pm and you get up again so I point out the one bright and shiny star that is out.
“Mamma, look at ALL the stars outside!”
“I only see one baby.” I tell her.
“No! Look down there! By the lake there are so many and they are super sparkly and rainbowy!”
Thank you for loving yellow, crinkling your nose in mischief, saying thank you so freely, and hugging in earnest. Thank you for your made up songs, elaborate stories, and your letter B. Thank you for snuggling in, taking care of mamma when she was sick and for all the massages!
Thank you, thank you for you being you!