My Kenzie,
You are lovely. Everything lovely mixed with sassy and spunk
and joy and sweetness. That’s who you are. You are a delight. If I could bottle
up each one of your expressions I would. I’d save them forever and play them
over and over again on the worst, or even the best, of days. You have a face
for everything. Surprised, shy, silly, shocked, sad, sleepy, sweet –
everything. Each one is precious, priceless and uniquely you.
And your chipmunk voice. The one that could go on forever
about your day at school, or about helping people, or about something that
Caleb did. My favorite stories of yours begin with “Mom you know what? …” or
“Mom, you’re really going to love this …” and there’s sometimes even the “Mom,
this is a really sad thing …” (which usually ends with you telling me you got a
paper cut, or your friend got sick at school). You’re always giving me “golden
trophies” for doing things like going the right way to school or clapping for
you after you sing a song. You are very compassionate and are always thinking
about people who are less fortunate. My dream is to help you put your generous heart
into action. You like to say “mom, the longer we wait to give food to people
who have nothing, the longer they will have nothing.” Good point, Kenzie Lou.
You are inspiring.
I love how you’ve grown into my little buddy. Always the one
who wants to go on quick trips to the grocery store or out with me to run
mundane errands. While your brother, the homebody, turns me down, you’re always
the one who says, “I wanna go with you, mama!” Caleb is our “drive thru boy,”
but you are our “sit in the restaurant girl.” The one who wants to be out and
about where all the action is. When I’m cooking dinner, you pull up a stool at
the counter and talk to me the whole time. We bake cakes and make cookies
together. Once you hear me get the ingredients out you run to wash your hands
and get your stool to help.
You have a knack for creating special moments. When we’re
about to read a book, you’ll pause, run upstairs and grab some stuffed animals
and blankets and make the couch all “cozy” for us before we start. You love creating
warm, inviting spaces wherever we go. You like to tidy up, fold clothes and
organize. Please may you continue that
trend and be more organized than me so you can help your mama later in life!
You twirl in your dresses, love painted nails, die for sparkly shoes, are
awe-struck over princesses and can create beauty out of the most mundane
things.
While I still marvel at how such a “particular” baby turned
out to be the sweetest little girl, I also have to remember that you are
passionate, full of emotion, and … some might say … a little bossy. You are
strong-willed, head-strong, confident and outgoing. Are you really MY child?? I
see so clearly now how those early days prepared me for the toddler you’d grow
to be. Some days I am still at the end of my rope, but always oh so in love
with you. You teach me so much, Kenzie.
Lovely. You are lovely. It’s a word that I don’t use often,
it doesn’t easily roll off of my tongue, but it’s the word the keeps popping
into my heart when I consider your four years with us. It’s who I knew you to
be when I first found out about you in a doctor’s office and felt like I had
loved your for thousand years before.
Makenzie Kay. The brightest, most lovely part of my heart.
You will never be able to comprehend the amount of love I have for you. Happy
Birthday, sweet girl.
Love,
Mom
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