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3 + 2 + 1 =

six. Emma is six today.
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These are a few of my favorite things:
–when I get mad, you get mad. But if my feelings get hurt, it really upsets you.
–you take your field guides and journal on every walk.
–everything has "horse" potential and all topics eventually wind their way back to horses.
–for your special birthday activity, you chose having lunch with your daddy
–you still suck your thumb and rub your toes against your heel–it’s why you won’t wear sleepers with feet.
–you know more about what’s going on around the farm than I do and I always ask you for the details
–you sit and read a chapter book for an hour, even though you can’t read them. You even put in a bookmark in the place you left off and come back to it later. You meticulously read through Charlotte’s Web for two weeks. Now you’re reading Misty of Chincoteague.
–you are a fool-proof mood-lifter for Elizabeth. You can pull her out of any crying  fit. And you watch out for her–taking paper out of her hands, dragging her away from the bowl of cat food, wiping unmentionables from her nose. It doesn’t even gross you out.
–you still get in bed with me every morning and ask to slip in to the warm spot where I have been sleeping.
–you are as tough as nails and as fragile as a baby bird, all on the same day.

happy six years sweet love of mine. you were my first baby love. you changed my world.

six. Emma is six today.
Emma_silhouette P1010025

P1010046

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These are a few of my favorite things:
–when I get mad, you get mad. But if my feelings get hurt, it really upsets you.
–you take your field guides and journal on every walk.
–everything has "horse" potential and all topics eventually wind their way back to horses.
–for your special birthday activity, you chose having lunch with your daddy
–you still suck your thumb and rub your toes against your heel–it’s why you won’t wear sleepers with feet.
–you know more about what’s going on around the farm than I do and I always ask you for the details
–you sit and read a chapter book for an hour, even though you can’t read them. You even put in a bookmark in the place you left off and come back to it later. You meticulously read through Charlotte’s Web for two weeks. Now you’re reading Misty of Chincoteague.
–you are a fool-proof mood-lifter for Elizabeth. You can pull her out of any crying  fit. And you watch out for her–taking paper out of her hands, dragging her away from the bowl of cat food, wiping unmentionables from her nose. It doesn’t even gross you out.
–you still get in bed with me every morning and ask to slip in to the warm spot where I have been sleeping.
–you are as tough as nails and as fragile as a baby bird, all on the same day.

happy six years sweet love of mine. you were my first baby love. you changed my world.

29 comments on “3 + 2 + 1 =”

  1. happy birthday emma! and happy day to you too, molly. i always think that this day – the day you became a mother – should be mother’s day.

  2. OH! i left a comment, filled the verify box which had a lot of 6’s in it(!) and got this…We’re sorry, your comment has not been published because TypePad’s antispam filter has flagged it as potential comment spam.

    What i was trying to say was Happy Birthday in Welsh..Penblwydd Hapus!

  3. What a beautiful post about a special girl. It is a wonderful gift for both of you to be able to look back on these words and remember Emma at six.I love that she “reads” chapter books for an hour…that is so sweet.Happy Birthday Emma!

  4. oh, six. six is such a sweet, bittersweet birthday for a mom. (or at least it was for me :^)

    happy birthday to your girl; i loved reading your beautiful tribute.

    xoxo

  5. I am pretty sure you’re describing my daughter. Yep, you must be. (Except the horse part.) Amazing. And Elle will be six in April. Such big girls, they are!

  6. Oh Molly, way to warm the cockles of my heart!Especially touching is the way she loves and cares for her baby sister. My girl (same age as Mary) loves her baby brother too and my heart always melts a little further each time when she puts on her little high talking voice to encourage him or tell him “good boy” when he does something clever.

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