You are three! Three years ago you born full of spunk and immediately brought us so much joy. Your Papa and I fought against a c-section. My doctors and the nurses helped us do that. When you entered the world there were two doctors and a handful of nurses cheering for you. For us. It was so exciting and relieving to hold you in my arms. To whisper to you, “We did it!” To see your Papa so proud of you.
And now, three years later you are still a spitfire and joy.
You have quite a sense of humor. You tease Adeline relentlessly. You know just the buttons to push and then you lean on them. It’s pretty hilarious for everyone but her. You currently enjoy body function jokes.
You are a pious little thing. You know far more than I could have ever taught you by now. You soak in liturgy and chant. It’s beautiful.
You spend your days making jokes (and messes), and trying to be just like your big sister. I have to make two of each sheet for homeschool because you have to do your work, too. You like to match her clothing. Even if it is just that you both have a speck of blue on your clothes, you become “Blue Girls!”
But you are decidedly your own girl. You introduce yourself as ‘Kiki’ and never Katherine. You will not wear one article of clothing that doesn’t pass your inspection. Actually, you won’t do anything you don’t want to.
You are the most contrary little being I’ve ever met. If I threaten to leave you at the grocery store because you won’t walk along with me, you say, “Bye Mama!” If I tell you to pick up all your toys or I will take them all away you say, “I don’t mind.” If I tell you to to stop putting your hair in your mouth or I’ll cut it off you say, “Get the scissors!” It’s a little hard to negotiate with you.
You are a great eater. Your favorites are strawberries and blueberries and you want to eat them in everything. Pancakes, oatmeal, cereal, sandwiches…everything! But, you’ll eat nearly anything.
You are a smarty pants. At almost three you know your alphabet, can recognize letters, know your letter sounds, can count to thirty, and can hold a pretty sound argument.
You bring us such joy with your easy giggle. Your rainbow, Irish eyes that disappear completely when you laugh. You are such a sweet, dear little girl. I adore you, my love. I can’t believe we’ve been together for three years!
May God grant you many more happy, beautiful, spunky years, love. I love you.
You are Six. Half a dozen. A whole hand plus one. Six!
Six years ago at 10:44PM, after the absolute longest day of my whole life I saw your beautiful face for the first time. I could just barely spy you over the curtain, and I was only able to get a quick glance at you before you were whisked away, but that moment is forever sealed on my heart. You were so tiny and strong. So beautiful.
I love you. Sometimes I see that little dimple right above your mouth and my heart swells. Sometimes I see you dancing and playing so freely and I can’t imagine a greater love than I feel for you.
Your life has been in an uproar for, oh, the last three years. Sometimes I think you are so rigid, and then I remember all you’ve done in the past years. Two new sisters, two huge moves, Papa’s graduation and ordinations. You are the most resilient little one. Well, not-so-little one. You have adjusted so well to life in West Virginia.
Right now you are still interested in anything scientific. I recently cut off your access to Magic Tree House books because I thought they were worrying you a bit much. You teared up and said, “You’re keeping science from me! Those books are full of science!” Dinosaurs, chemistry, physics are all your things. You’re a big fan of social studies and history, too. You just love information.
You recently have started telling some pretty awesome jokes and making puns. You’ve told horrid ones for a few years, but now they’re getting good! You’re interested in magic and slight of hand. You can pull a quarter out of an ear with the best of them!
You love to sing, dance, and I know you miss gymnastics terribly. You’ll start again in a month or so and i can’t wait to watch you start flipping about again! You are very talented and hardworking, and you are so good at it!
I always tell you that being beautiful is lovely and being smart is wonderful (you are both, of course), but what is most important is to be kind. And my word, Adeline Marilyn, you are so very kind and generous (well, sometimes not to Katherine…). I notice how you make sure other kids are included in play. You will give the last bite of your ice cream to your sister. You make me a dozen pictures a day.
You are headstrong and stubborn. You have the sweetest singing voice ever, even if it is singing Frozen songs on repeat. You have the funkiest clothing style. You are nearly fearless.
This year you will be in first grade! We’re home schooling again this year and I am so looking forward to seeing what you can do!
I wrote this without mentioning your piety and love for Christ and the Church. Papa reminded me! We’ve struggled a bit with church over the past year, but it seems we’ve hurdled that. You remember the majority of hymns from the liturgy and I catch you singing them frequently at home and in the right places at church. You love to read about saints and Bible stories and once you’ve read or heard them you can tell them in your own words. You know the Creed and almost all of the English words in liturgy. Sometimes you correct me when we are talking about a saint or story…and 99% of the time you are correct!
We have hard days sometimes, love. You challenge me in ways I can not begin to express, but you make me try my hardest. I want to be my best for you. That started six years ago when I first looked at your beautiful face.
Adeline, I love you more than ice cream. I love you more than books. I love you more than pizza. I love you more than anything!
May God grant you many years, my dear one! May those years be beautiful, happy, and healthy!
I love you,
You are one today! A year ago you entered this world peacefully and beautifully. A whole year ago.
You are the sweetest little soul. You might be the happiest baby ever…outside of the house. Whenever we are in public or at church I hear the crowds you have won over by your giant, easy smile and laugh. Everyone you meet feels special because you smile at each of them so easily. ”Oh, she likes me!” is something I hear nearly every day.
You are walking, running, and chattering (especially at Papa). You love church and never make an irritated sound there, though you make plenty of irritating ones! Immediately upon entering the sanctuary you always remember how fun zurbers are to make right in your mama’s face! You sing along with the chanting, seem to know a note or two of some Frozen songs, and love, love, love to dance.
And eat. You eat everything given to you. So far you are the easiest eater I’ve ever had, though it’s hard to keep the food coming fast enough for you!
Sleeping still isn’t your strong suit, but we’ve asked a lot of you with all of the upheaval we’ve had over the last month or two.
You love your sisters dearly and are already trying to be just like them. You already have games you play together. Games you’ve figured out without listing rules or methods, but you all seem to know them. I pray that the three of you will always be close and be dear friends.
You love peek-a-boo, spinning in circles, frustrating your sisters, sitting in the refrigerator and growling. I find you randomly laying in unlikely places. Your eyes disappear when you smile. Your sisters still hug you a little too hard…and sometimes around the neck. Everyone loves you so, so much.
Bean, you are the third born and so much of your life has been unceremonious. Your birthday won’t be much different. Instead of a party and photoshoot we will have a quick store-bought (but very cute) cake after church with our new parish family and then take off for summer camp. I know you will have fun. Maybe the most fun of all of us!
Your presence in this family has tipped the scale in favor of the children. We have lived one year with the three of you outnumbering the two of us. We have our rough moments, but dear one, you bring us so much joy. Your personality is huge and I cannot wait to see what one-year old you will be like.
I love you, Beatrice.
The moment he has worked toward for so long. By the grace of God, he is now Father Matthew. From seminarian, to graduate, to Deacon, to priest, to proistamenos in 15 days. Axios!
There once was a princess named Adeline. There was also a prince. Princess Adeline said to the prince, “Do you like math?”
The prince said, “Yes!”
Then Princess Adeline said, “Do you like reading?”
The prince said, “Yes!”
Then Princess Adeline said, “Do you like chemistry?”
The Prince said, “Yes!”
Then Princess Adeline married the prince.