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Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Hazel Louise :: FOUR YEARS OLD



Hazel Louise,

Last summer I bought you a pair of pink pants. I bought a size up because I was so tired of you outgrowing everything! They were huge, but you loved them and have worn them often.

Today you pulled them on and they fit (which means they'll be too small tomorrow for sure).

You didn't think anything of it as you ran out of the room to catch up with Eleanor, but I stood there for a minute longer. It's another reminder of how much you're growing up.

Life has been full of transitions for the past several years in our family. The two biggest: three kiddos in four years and three moves in five years.

You've done a lot of growing up in that time and I know you're still little, but you're long gone from the baby and toddler stage.

Pre-K starts in the fall--I'm not sure how it works outside the City, but here it's all day, every day so it somewhat feels like kindergarten and although I think you're so ready! SO ready! You're still my baby and I cannot believe you're big enough to go to school.

You are thoughtful, generous, compassionate, empathetic, stubborn, and strong.

Question asking is a hobby of yours and I'm humbled often when you ask a question that I simply do not know the answer to.

"Can we ask Siri?" was your response when I wasn't sure just how far away the moon was from Earth the other day.

You keep me laughing!

Things you say that I want to remember:

"Wanna watch me run so fast, mom?!"

"Isn't she the CUTEST?!" (Anytime your sisters do anything you think is adorable)

"How did you even do that?!"

"Awwwww! Look at her!!" (Again, anytime your sisters do anything you think is cute)

"Where is God?!" (A question you have genuinely asked before and also one you often ask at bedtime when you want to delay...we know what you're doing, little one!)

Since I can remember you have been stuffing any type of bag you can find (a backpack, tote-bag, purse, really ANY type of bag) full of books, toys, clothes (again, really ANYTHING you find laying around) to head off to a "trip". You could play this all day long.

Typically I'll find you pushing your stroller with your bag to the couch or to Eleanor's bed and making that into your "car" or "plane" and off you go.

I pray you're always ready for an adventure (but maybe pack less stuff--we always have trouble zipping up your bag because you stuff so much in there!).

You play hard and love big.

Your sisters are your best friends. Although you've typically been a pretty quiet kiddo around people (not at home...at ALL!) lately I've noticed you start to speak up a bit more.

Maybe it's age. Maybe it's you feeling more confident in who you are.

Maybe a combination of the two.

A few weeks ago a little girl--older than you--took Eleanor's balloon. You didn't miss a beat.

"That's my sisters balloon and she wasn't finished playing with it! You can ask her for a turn, but you can't just take it away from her."

I stood there a little taken-back from how quickly and confidently you spoke. The little girl apologized and Eleanor did in fact give her a turn with the balloon.

Don't get me wrong--you and your sisters have your struggles with sharing! I think I broke up two fights already today, but you girls are the best of friends and I learn a lot from watching the three of you together.


I could write on and on about how amazing I think you are. How you make us laugh, cause me to think about deep things, and cling to the Lord!

Being your mom and watching you grow is the sweetest gift, Hazel.

I love you so much.

So, so much.

No matter how big you get you'll always be my baby girl.

Always,


Mama

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