Want a little friendly advice on what NOT do on the day your youngest celebrates her 3rd birthday? Listen to the song, “Slow Down,” by Nichole Nordeman. On repeat. You may end up sobbing uncontrollably.
Here’s to you
You were pink or blue
And everything I wanted
Here’s to you
Never sleeping through
From midnight till the morning
Had to crawl before you walked
Before you ran
Before I knew it
You were trying to free your fingers from my hand
‘Cause you could it on your own now somehow
Won’t you stay here a minute more
I know you want to walk through the door
But it’s all too fast
Let’s make it last a little while
I pointed to the sky and now you wanna fly
I am your biggest fan
I hope you know I am
But do you think you can somehow
These little years truly pass in a blink. The big moments – birthdays, first days of school, holidays – and the sweet little everyday moments – morning snuggles, a hand reaching out to hold your own, spinning around until you’re both dizzy and laughing so hard tears appear – they all form threads in a wonderfully intricate tapestry. That tapestry is the beginning, the foundation for the other moments to come – the future moments waiting to be woven in.
When making a tapestry, most weavers use a linen or cotton thread. Sometimes, they’ll include silk, gold or silver thread.
I don’t want to miss a single thread. I don’t want to take the cotton-thread-moments for granted. I want to pause and soak in the silk and gold-threaded-moments. I want to express gratitude for every single jumbled, tangled thread moment, knowing full well that, eventually, we’ll all turn our tapestry over to see a masterly-woven work of art.
I’m fairly certain my Charlotte-girl’s threads are all richly colored and vibrant and astonishing. Her three years worth of woven tapestry is bright and beautiful. I can’t wait to see how her threads continue to shine and make passersby smile.
She adds such a bright threading into my own life’s weaving. The honor of being a momma to this girl has been the most gracious gift bestowed upon me.
She came into our family at the exact time we most needed light and laughter and wonder and awe. And, she did not disappoint. She changed our family for good. We didn’t even know we needed her, we didn’t even know we weren’t complete without her. And, yet, God knew. He knew the surprise He had in store for us would be superabundantly more than all that we dare ask or think, infinitely beyond our greatest prayers, hopes, or dreams.
Happiest of birthdays to my big three year old. Words could never express how deeply you are loved, my girl.