I love the age four. It's so tender. So sweet (most of the time). So curious and inquisitive. Four year olds want to soak it all in and learn as much as they can.Granted, she's mine and I am hers, but I think I'm pretty darn lucky. Don't get me wrong, she can be whiney and crabby and sassy. She often tattles and tries to be sneaky, but overall, my girl is a pretty sweet and genuine little person and it makes my heart so happy.
I love that at this moment she wants to learn, learn, learn. She wants to know how to write her letters and how to draw a dolphin. She wants to read me stories and just "sit and talk".
Just this past weekend, as I was taking a shower, she came into the bathroom, took a seat and said in her most grown up voice, "Mommy, let's talk." Oh. My. Goodness.As I looked out of the foggy shower door I had a small glimpse into our future. I love that she wants to sit and talk when she's four and I hope and pray she wants to keep talking when she's fourteen. I want her to know that she can talk to me about anything and most things probably won't surprise me.
She likes to come into the bathroom while I'm putting on my makeup and she says, "Do mine, Mommy." I apply a little blush and some lipgloss and I tell her how beautiful she is. And how much I love her and how proud I am to be her mommy.I found these great window markers in a drawer late Sunday afternoon. I think they were actually a birthday gift that had been "tucked" away. Best. Markers. Ever. She spent the longest time drawing on her window and perfecting her masterpiece.
Morgan Kate, Mommy loves you so very much!