Rose,
I can’t believe you’re turning four tomorrow. I have such mixed emotions about this. It seems like just yesterday that we brought
you home from the hospital. Sometimes you can be so trying. Perhaps it is because we are both so similar,
so sensitive to slights. I hope that you
can overcome this. It’s not good to be
as easily bruised emotionally as I have been in life.
You are such a precious sweet girl. You never hit Ethan, even when he hits you
and pulls your hair. In fact, sometimes
I wish you would defend yourself a bit more.
I worry that others will take advantage of your sweet nature. I worry in general that this world is so dark
and dangerous. I pray so often that no
one hurts you, your soul, or your person.
You are becoming a bit more picky in your eating. I am also this way, but it is frustrating
that when I do cook that you often reject it.
You love TV. You could literally
spend days focused on the TV if we let you.
You also love the Children’s Museum and the Zoo. We have had passes this year, and have gone
often.
You are so curious and ask many questions. You challenge us with things that we say,
about being careful.
I worry that I have been too stressed and hard on you as you
have grown up. I hope you remember the
times that we played and had dance parties, and not just the times that I
rushed you to get ready for bed or up in the morning.
You are so precious to me little one.
