Last night, your room was dark. I had jovie in one arm, you in the other and we were dancing a slow waltz to an instrumental version of my wild irish rose. Your head nuzzled into my neck on the right, curls brushing my cheek- your deep sighs of almost sleep. your sister mirrored you on the left and I just cried. i remember when you were so small I was almost afraid to pick you up- and then I remember when I realized you were so tall that your feet dangled below my waist when I picked you up. Now you are almost too big to hold with one arm.
I am thankful for moments like these. These last couple of months have been really challenging. And there are times where I just want to go in the shower and be ALONE for a bit. And then I go and have mushy moments like the one mentioned above and I sob. Time passes too fast.
You are a chocoholic. Oh dear. You love the stuff (who can blame you!) and in fact you love it so much that you climbed the counter and stood on your tippy toes to liberate some from the top of the fridge!
If there is any better sister than you, i have yet to meet her. Jovie may cry and sometimes the only thing that cheers her up is YOU. You look right at her and crack out a laugh. And then another until she starts laughing too. This is a mother's dream. It seems you like her so much that you will pull your cribs together if they get to be too far apart.
I mentioned earlier "My Wild Irish Rose" being a song we waltzed to. We have been doing this a lot lately while Daddy is in continuing education classes. It is this silly celtic collection cd and I can't help but think that we all have a little wild irish rose in us... I would hazard a guess that this song will always remind me of you girls.
I love you dearly. I love who you are as a sister and who you are as an artist, linguist, engineer, general mess maker. I feel pretty freaking lucky to have what I have.
~Love,
Mamma
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