Our girl.
It’s hard to believe she’s already Eight years old. She made Tim and I parents and changed our lives. I will never forget the tears of joy Tim cried when he first laid eyes on her. When he first held her in his arms, I felt my heart grow so much I thought I might explode. The limitlessness of love was so obvious to me in that moment. How much I loved her, how much he loved her, how much I loved him, how much he loved me… I remember thinking I didn’t think I would love Tim more than I did on our wedding, and realizing just how wrong I was.
This year we had a big Harry Potter themed birthday party complete with potion making, Honey Dukes, donating socks to free house elves, a big sorting with a talking sorting hat, pumpkin juice, butter beer, and most importantly: Quidditch! Where I basically taught a bunch of elementary school students to play beer pong (minus the beer). She loved it all. Before the party, she looked around and said to me, “Daddy would have really loved this, Mom!” Her birthday, and every bit of the work was worth it. Her birthday, and yet to hear her say that was such a gift to me. It was true, of course. He would have loved it!
And how he would have loved to see her love it! This has been a big year of struggles and self-discovery for A, and she has a long road ahead. Things don’t come easily for our firstborn, but she has worked so hard, and has conquered so much this year. My heart explodes with love and pride for her, and I can only hope I can show her how much – not only I love and am proud of her, but how much Tim is as well.
We are ready to face all this year has and will throw at us, together.
This is Eight.
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