Oh, sweet girl. You’ve been waiting for this day FOR-EVER. Pretty much ever since this day. I’ve told you over and over and over again that I really, really, really don’t want you to be four because four is way too old for Mama’s baby. You’ve got to stop the growing, sweetie. Please? Pretty, pretty please?
On the other hand, when I held your limp little body in my arms two nights ago while you leaned over that blue bowl one more time, I cried out to Jesus to heal you, to spare you, to make you well again. And He did. And I can’t thank Him enough. And I know I have to let you grow. And just savor every little minute we have together.
I love you, Nina. And I like you too. You’re my buddy, aren’t you? We run errands together and do puzzles together (100-piece Strawberry Shortcake and Fancy Nancy in particular) and play Bum and Travel Blokus and Dora Memory. You tell me things like, “Don’t steal my computer, Mommy. I’m just going potty,” even though it’s actually my computer you’re playing Webkinz on.
You desperately want to be big and old and tall. You think that doing the Shred with Mommy and Daddy adds inches to your height every time. You love to talk about letters and words and spell things. You love your sisters and your mommy and daddy. You love your grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. You love your friends at church and friends near and far.
You love gum and bagels and peanut-butter-&-honey sandwiches and fert snacks and beans and corn and tacos and deer meat (why?) and chips from Chipotle and “those crackers with the papers in them” from Pei Wei.
You’ll pass on the ice cream, cake, most cookies, most vegetables, and half of what I cook for supper.
You love Jesus. You love to talk about Him. You love to “read” your Bible. You love to tell me what you learned at church.
Sometimes I stare at you and wonder how you got so big. Lately I’ve been doing it an awfully lot.
Even in that picture up there, taken on January 4th, the day after you went to the ER, you look beautiful. And grown-up. Yet still cute and small.
We love you, Nina Gabe. We love being in a family with you.
HAPPY 4th BIRTHDAY!!
Love, Daddy, Mommy, Livi and Ava