Six years ago, I didn’t know.
I didn’t know that love so BIG and so STRONG could be so SPLIT.
I didn’t know that your newborn quiet would give way to the best belly laughs I’d ever heard, edged by the best baby mowhawk that ever was.
I didn’t know how swiftly and smoothly and (almost) unnoticed by me you’d wisp from babyhood to toddlerhood and right into big-kid-hood.
I didn’t know how intensely you’d love and anger and sadden.
And just how deeply I’d feel each and every one of these HeartTugs shoulder-to-shoulder with you.
I didn’t know how far I’d reach to keep lacing fingers with you.
Or that your eyes would continue to tell me everything.
Or that you’d still fit neatly in my lap, curled at the crook of my neck, just like you did when “small” and “little” weren’t considered insults.
I didn’t know how very strong you’d be.
Strong physically and minded and willed, the very best kinds.
But what I really didn’t know is how full I would feel watching you, become You.
Your perfect birthday meant painting,
Pink chocolate chip pancakes,
“Midnight” bowling with your bestie,
Going out to the movies as a family,
And having brownies with every single meal.
I think, that you’ve got the right idea.
Happy 6th Birthday Chloe, my sweetest light.