This is my Mary and for some reason it is hard for me to believe she is five. The first child is “supposed” to get big. The second, my only girl, well she is forever 2 in my brain, tiny sprigs of pig tails sticking out from her head, pudgy legs, ferocious energy, infectious laugh, determined personality. I guess the only thing that’s really changed is her hair and those new skinny legs. She is a girl who knows what she wants. Set a menu in front of her, whether it be a selection of food, clothes, songs, you name it, and she chooses quickly and effortlessly like she knew before you ever asked. She doesn’t stress out over much except not getting her way. Winning and losing don’t matter to her but letting her play by her own rules is what counts. She can be a little devious when left unchecked. I remember hearing her explain to her older brother (when she was still a toddler) that “they won’t know if they don’t see you.” He hadn’t figured that out yet. Mary has a gift for knowing how to laugh with you, cry with you and share with you. She enthusiastically celebrates her brother’s achievements without an ounce of envy. She notices if you are sad and expresses real sympathy. She would give you that last lick of her ice cream cone. She is a butterfly of sorts. Sitting in the bath tub playing she can’t remember if I washed her hair five minutes ago but she’s sharp as a whip when the rubber hits the road, always full of insight into whatever song lyrics she’s listening to, what 3 times 3 is and basically the meaning of life. She ties her own shoes, fixes her own hair and swims like a fish. She appreciates a well accessorized outfit, good shoes, spicy food and chocolate anything. Her new favorite color is red (same as mine) but is still looking forward to an all pink bedroom. She’s got a lot of her mommy in her but thankfully missed out on the perfectionist-type-A-personality-thing. She’s more care free and street smart instinct and less “make a list” and “figure it out.”
Mary is her own person and I pray that as God’s plans for her are laid down, like a path through a cobblestone garden, she will step into them, skipping all the way, enjoying the journey – because my girl knows how to stop and smell the roses.
Evidence that not all kids want toys for their birthday. Before she even opened she was skipping around announcing that she “knows that is a shoe box!”
This next batch was our pre-dinner photo shoot which lasted about 15 minutes – I came away with at least 100 images… had a hard time picking favorites…
she is currently sleeping in this hair and makeup, determined for it to last through the next few days. Judging from the amount of spray in her hair, it really might.