She’s almost four. She loves pink, and yellow. Princesses. Ballet. Pretty frocks. Barbie and Strawberry Shortcake. Ice cream with sprinkles. Sparkly shoes. Long hair with plaits. Lollypops. Swimming. Her scooter. Preschool. The park. And huggles. My favourite thing of all. I wonder how I ever did without them before she was here.
I could not be more grateful for her, for every morning I wake to her embrace. For every night I check on her and fix her covers. And watch her sleep, just for a minute. For every gorgeous thing she says that I wish I could record. For the way she skips wherever we go. For the way she wishes for snow in summer, and sunny days in winter. Her confidence, her passion, her imagination.
My life has changed in almost every way because of her. Some days I can still see the baby she was. And there are moments I can almost see the beautiful woman she will become. In between, I fall in love with the girl that she is. And I pinch myself that she’s mine.
My Sophia-Phia pumpkin eater. My little chicken.