I waited for Lila.
I knew I loved her long before I met her.
When I met her, I had no idea what I was getting into.
I had no idea that her giggle would be the greatest sound in the world.
That I’d be excited to wake up and see her every morning.
That her hand in my hand would make all things right with the world.
It seems that the transition from four to five has been extreme. A year ago, she was a toddler. Today, she’s a girl.
This child is so sweet. So kind. So helpful.
She’s happiest when she’s creating. When she’s cooking…
And organizing! (Yes.)
And painting. Oh, Lila. She’d paint for days.
And craft, too.
She seems to find beauty… everywhere.
If there is a sparkle somewhere, she finds it and she remarks, “Isn’t that beautiful?”
This year it seems that our little introvert bloomed. The silence and reservedness was replaced with a talkative little lady who in the airport recently struck up a conversation with a woman standing next to us, “I just love your purse!,” Lila said.
Who is this child?
She is mine.
And she is quirky and reserved and funny and creative and downright enjoyable to be around.
This past year I learned how quickly life starts and ends and it’s caused me to love my babies harder. With even more of a ferocity than before.
It’s easy to love this one.
It’s truly my pleasure to be her Mommy. It makes me proud.
My baby is growing up.
And then there’s that sister relationship.
This past year, Lila and Vivienne have become closer than ever. They are always together.
But they hug.
And they sing.
And they love.
Right now they like to act out Frozen. Lila is Elsa. Vivienne is Anna.
Lila has even more so become Vivienne’s protector. Nineteen months are just enough to make you older and wiser, you know.
The goofiest, too.
But it’s true, no one really gets you like your sister…
So I will continue to do what I do, wondering if I’m making the right decisions, but doing the best I can.
I’ll keep on loving her and cheering for her.
And I’ll continue to look through the glass door at ballet with tears in my eyes because it seems like she was a baby yesterday.
So sweet, Lila… I guess you can keep growing…
I don’t love the idea, but it’s ok.
Sweet girl, you adore your Daddy. You think he is funny and smart and you think that he can fix anything.
Exactly what you should think.
This year you rocked your elocution exercise… in Spanish.
You were a flower in your Mother’s Day presentation at school and you sang a song from The Sound of Music.
You were outstanding.
When you go to birthday parties you never hit the piñata. (Atta girl.) Instead, when the candy falls down you pick up what you can and share it with the littles who don’t get any.
The last time you did this my heart actually burst.
You went to Disneyland for the first time this year and it.was.incredible.
It exhausted you.
If asked, you would confirm at any moment that you are indeed a ballerina.
It’s true. You are.
You’re also precious and sweet.
You’ve gotten so much taller — you’re now 38 lbs and are 3′ 8″ tall.
You’re smart. And witty. And funny.
You still take my heart with you to school whenever you need some extra love and support.
So we woke up on Friday and off we went to Lila’s school to celebrate her 5th birthday with her class.
Here’s the birthday girl.
Her love for Frozen is strong.
You told your class about your photo board. You were so proud. And your Mimi was there to celebrate with you. 🙂
Each of your classmates gave you a hug and told you Happy Birthday. 🙂 Very sweet.
Lila and Mimi.
Us with our Pickle.
The party at school.
Lila surrounded by boys. 🙂
Our birthday girl.
LOOK at the difference a year makes.
This is the birthday girl on her 4th birthday (left), here she is on the day before her 5th (right).
So before bed on June 20th, these are the last photos I took of my four-year-old cupcake.
Sweet Lila Ross, I love you and adore you more than you will ever know.
I’m so proud to be your Mommy.
And there are no truer words than these:
I am so happy that you were born.
Love you to the moon and back a bazillion times,
Other Lila Links:
The post where I introduced that I was pregnant with Lila. (See here.)
This is the first picture I ever posted of her. (See here.)
Lila’s birth story – the story of the c-section. I was quite big. (See here.)
Lila’s first birthday. (See here.) Such a sweet baby.
Lila’s second birthday. (See here.) My favorite photo of her as peep is there.
Lila’s third birthday. (See here.) Where does the time go?
Lila’s fourth birthday. (See here). The change from 4-5 is insane.