6
I'm not ready.
My baby turned 6.
How could she do that to me!
Hazelnut!!!
Oh my Hazel I love you so much!
I love watching you grow and learn and progress.
You love school, but still have so much anxiety about everything.
When you are happy you are so very happy and helpful and cute.
You sleep through the night now. Can I get a hallelujah! It only took 6 years.
You love girly things and looking cute, but always end up looking cute rolled in dirt with tears in your clothes from climbing trees or something like that.
You love tea parties and babies and your play kitchen and dress up and makeup. Barbies, pollys, play dough, painting, drawing. You know, just about everything.
Unless you are cranky. Then you hate everything. And when
you are hungry and no one will ever know exactly what you are hungry for.
When you are cranky (sensory overload) you want me to sit in the same room with you and everyone else leave and no one can make a peep. No. One.
It breaks my heart to see your tears.
You think Will belongs to you. You love him.
You think Becca and Emi belong to you also.
You need me to sing you to sleep every night, but that's ok because nothing is more sweet and innocent than the face of a sleeping babe.
You are my baby and you always will be.
Even though you have officially hit 39in. and 43lbs.
You are long and thin.
You have such beautiful big blue eyes
And freckles scattered across your little nose.
How I wish I could freeze time.
But it continues on and all of a sudden you are 6.
At least we get to continue on together.
