Long before I ever had children, or even considered being a mom, I figured I'd have girls. Three or four sweet little girls. Sisters...all close in age so they could grow up the best of friends.
Well, the universe has a way of throwing your grand plans in your face and saying "NO WAY!" Somehow, the universe always seems to know what is best.
So instead of three little girls in matching bows and dresses, I got you and two little boys.
If you would have told me this 10 years ago, before I had a chance to experience any of you, I probably would have cried.
I couldn't have known that the first baby the universe sent me would be the perfect little girl for me and there would just never be a way to top her. Now when I think about having another little girl, it seems so strange. You really are so perfect, how could any other girl compare?
All the things I like about myself are in you tenfold. I try to be sweet and kind and caring. I try to be brave and creative. I try to be strong and confident.
You are all of those things on steroids.
This year you went to first grade. You lost your first tooth. You learned to read, to write. You've learned some Spanish. You can add and subtract. You know about tree parts and bird species. You've made best friends. You joined Daisy scouts and became a Brownie. You cut your hair off because you wanted it that way, and now you've decided to grow it out. You learned to tie your shoes. You learned to whistle. You played soccer and loved it. You gave up dance. You know every word to every Frozen song, but really...this year it wasn't Frozen that you fell in love with, but Star Wars and Princess Leia and Queen Amidala. You started calling us Mom and Dad...but most of the time it's still Mommy and Daddy.
My favorite thing about you is the excitement in your eyes over everything. You just love life and all that comes with it. I hope you never loose that.
Six was an awesome year, but I think seven will be even better.
Happy Birthday Ainsley Bug, we love you!