My darling Little,
It seems like yesterday that you finally, after a long and exhausting labour, arrived. Despite your arduous journey into the world, other than a brief cry to show us you could, you were calm and tucked into your first feed. You were so unbelievably beautiful with enormous eyes and two obvious symmetrical dimples. You still are unbelievably beautiful; your eyes – still huge in your little face – are luminous and those ‘timbles’ (dimples) are ever present.
You’re a funny little button. Everywhere I look, I find stretched out tea towels with an array of play food arranged on them, all ready for a ‘ticnic’ (picnic) with Dolly. Dolly must get hungry; there’s usually one in the bathroom, one in the playroom and one in the middle of the kitchen floor. You love to bake with me and to get busy with your paints. You just like to do everything, usually at speed and if your sisters are engaged in something, you need to get involved too.
You’re a force of nature, Little. If Big is a promising spring day, Medium is a bright, summer’s morning and the Miracle is a cosy, cuddly winter’s night, you, my darling, are a hurricane. You bridge the seasons without blinking. One moment, there’s the sunshine of midsummer in your smile, then the mischief of spring in your eyes before – quick as a flash – the storm clouds of autumn gather and you unleash winter gales on us with the mother of all tantrums. Oh, you’re an expert at tantruming. The wrong colour cup, being given a biscuit because you asked for a biscuit, being told you’re two when you want to be eight… You’re a master of the irrational but then, as quickly as they arrived, the storm clouds clear and those bewitching dimples are back. You’re delicious.
Despite it feeling too soon for me, you’re ready for Pre-School. I don’t doubt that there’ll be parting sorrow for both of us this week, but my darling girl, you can take on the world and win. You define feisty. I will miss you on those mornings you’re out. We do so much together. As you take your first steps into the world and away from me, I want you to know that I’m so proud of the clever, sparky little girl that you are and I will be counting the minutes until I can kiss those dimples again and again.
I love you, Little, all the way to the moon and back.