Dear Quinn ~
Four years ago today you woke me in the middle of the night with contractions. I timed them for a while, I had a hot shower, I tried to go back to sleep but they were increasing in frequency and very regular. I was 35 weeks and it was no surprise that you would arrive early. I remember that day as if it were yesterday… and sometimes, I wish it was. For the first time ever, Daddy held you in the operating room. You weren’t whisked away to the NICU and I was able to see you and enjoy that moment… and five days later you and Mama went home together.
This is our last time celebrating birthday number 4. You are the last baby for us, the last toddler that will pitter patter through our house. You are the same age now that Piper was when you were born. It hardly seems possible, yet birthday number four is staring me in the face.
I have met my match in you. I thought I had stubborn and determined down. You, my dear, wrote the book.
We went skiing a few times this year and you did amazing! You took to skiing like a fish to water. It was so much fun. I can’t wait to get out with you a bit more. This season is quickly coming to an end but we have next year!
It has been a long winter. Cold and just so much snow. The snow I can handle. It’s the cold that has us all begging for mercy. We miss the sun and the heat and the flip-flops on our feet.
You have a little saying right now that I love. Whenever anything is going to take any amount of time (seconds, minutes, hours or days), you call it “a few whiles”. The other night I was putting you to bed and we had this conversation:
Me: Who is going to be four soon?
Me: Do you know what that means?
Me: When you are four, you go to bed by yourself and without crying. Mommy and Daddy don’t lay with you until you fall asleep. That’s what you do when you are four. Aren’t you excited?
You: But I am still three for a few whiles.
Oh Quinn, you make me laugh. We ran out of those few whiles, today you are four. Beautiful, funny, smart and sassy. That is you at four. Four is going to be a great age for you.
I could not imagine my life without you in it. You really were the final piece to our family puzzle. We waited so long for you to slip into your place and no other piece would come close to fitting. It had to be you.
So today, we celebrate you and there is no where else I would rather be. You make this life worth it. Put on your beautiful party dress and your dancing shoes. Happy Birthday sweet Quinner. Happy Birthday to you.
Mama loves you, Chicken Dinner.