I can't believe I could love you any more than I do today, yet every day you prove me wrong. You are a wonderful and precious little girl... or little 'Squirrel,' as we would say. Your nick-name has stuck. Although, I try not to use it as much in public... I've gotten some strange looks! You still own it, and it's just as silly as you. Before my eyes you have turned four years old. It's so hard to pinpoint how we got here, it truly feels as though we brought you home yesterday. It's a good thing that's not true, because your hair would be nearly as pretty as it is today! I do miss you being my baby girl, but being my little girl is pretty amazing!
Everyday you do little things that make my heart smile. On your birthday, Ashton gave you a present. He and Daddy wrapped a 'Birthday Barbie' for you and you opened it first thing in the morning. You loved it! Daddy and I brought you to town for lunch and to pick yourself out a small birthday present at the toy store. We've made it our little tradition to just take you- with Mommy and Daddy all to yourself. But, this year we included your sweet cousin, Nikki, in on our trip. You love her so much, we only thought it was just perfect to bring her along. You requested pizza for your birthday lunch, so we brought you on your first trip to Pizza Hut!
After lunch we went to the toy store in the mall. Even when we gave you complete freedom to choose a toy for yourself a funny thing happened. You picked out toys for Owen and Ashton. You brought us a few toys and said, "Owen would really love this or Ashton would really love this." There were many toys you liked and played with, but nothing you HAD to have. I grabbed you a new watering can & gardening tools for our outdoor adventures, but in the end you decided you really didn't need anything. So, we paid for the couple treasures I snagged for you and moved on to get the groceries.
Even at the age of four, you are selfless. You had the whole toy store at your fingertips, but chose toys for others. Your desire to give was greater than your desire to get. I admire you for that, many people 20 times your age still have not learned the joy in giving. I hope you're heart will always stay this way. You showed me that you understand you don't have to have everything, when you're happy with what you have. God bless your little heart.
You are still our 'girly girl'- you're princess dolls own more dresses than I do and you have more dresses than your dollies! You gravitate toward anything pink, princess, or sparkly. But, you are no diva! You love to be outside, to get muddy, catch frogs, catch bugs, chase your chickens, and ride your four wheeler! You're always zooming in and around the house doing something! For months you told Daddy that you wanted a pink princess four wheeler for your birthday. When he brought home a green one and black one, you told your Grandpa Jerry- "I wanted a pink one, but Daddy got a green one. Awww Nuts!" We didn't want to let you down, so I ordered a pink Fox Racing sticker kit for the black wheeler... It has been properly girlified and there's no question who it belongs to! :)
We had a wonderful birthday party for you. Nikki & I put a few hours into your cake and had the You Tube video on repeat! It turned out beautifully! We had great weather and great family to celebrate with! You added a few more dollies, sparkly things, and dresses to your collection and a bit of birthday cash to boot!
I asked you what you want to be when you grow up, you told me a farmer girl and a teacher. Your first answer didn't surprise me a bit, but the second career choice is a new. When we asked what you would teach, you said 'Letters.' To this your Daddy sarcastically replied, "Great, because everybody loves their English teacher!" hehe.
Oh, Squirrely! I could go on an on about you. You're so fun and I love you so much. I am so proud of the little girl you are and am thankful that I get to be your mommy. God couldn't have done any better, you are everything I dreamed of.
I love you through and through. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow too!
Mommy
