Six

I have a six year old today!  It's not possible really, it was only just last week that we were picking out nursery furniture. 

It's amazing that after knowing her for only six years, I know without a doubt my life would be completely meaningless without her (or her sister).  But I suppose I knew that after knowing her for only six seconds, six years ago.  It's amazing and wonderful and terrifying to say that about another human being, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Things I know about my six year old Lady M:

When she is surprised or exasperated or rolling her eyes at me she says, "Oh man!" and can't stop herself.

She likes to repeat her own punch line.  For example, while examining my cake decorating skills, "Mom, love the fish, but where are the eyes!  Ha,ha, I'm like, 'but where are the eyes'!"  Very odd little speech habit she's started.  Oh, and she's begun to inflect up at the end of her sentences, like a Kardashian, is that a generational characteristic?  I hope it's not permanent.

She says she wants to be an artist when she grows up, I think she'll end up a scientist. Although counting by rote is not her forte, she can fly through a math workbook.  And watching her roam the house with her magnifying glass, notepad, and pencil warms my heart.  Who knew hearing your child explain the form and function of the small and large intestines could inspire such joy?  Stay curious my girl - and artistic. 

She is too kind and gentle to realize that anyone could be anything other than a friend.  It breaks my heart a little actually.

She takes being called a weirdo as a compliment and relishes the fact that we are a family of goofballs.  She is dramatic and emotional, but boy is she strong.  I wouldn't describe her as adventurous, but she sure is brave.  She's one of my three favorite people in the whole wide world and I can't imagine this world without her in it.  I know all of this and so much more, and six years and one day ago, we hadn't even met.  Unbelievable.