My dearest Paisley, from the moment Daddy told me I was pregnant, I was in love with you. I would think about you during the day, and at night in my dreams we would run holding hands, laughing and dancing.
Now you are four, and I don’t have to dream. We do run, and play and dance. We laugh so hard we cry.
I remember when you were a colicky baby, and for hours on end I would hold and rock you, I wished so hard for you to grow up, and now that you are, I would give anything to hold you in my arms again.
I love the person you are becoming Paisley, I love your crazy sense of humour, you can turn even the worst situations into a comedy routine. I love that you are a good friend, you hold your friends always close in your heart, often thinking of them when they aren’t around. I love that you are empathetic, you care for everyone, and want to save the world.
I love that you are a perfectionist, I know that one day it will come back and bite you, but I can appreciate your need for order and discipline.
I love that you are learning new things everyday, and that you love to learn. Your fascination with space isn’t as fleeting as I thought it would be, you love to learn about the planets, and remember facts that I don’t. I love that you love to read, and to tell me stories. I could sit and watch you play with your imaginary friends for hours. I see you reliving your days in your play, and it makes me so happy.
You are growing up so quickly Paisley, when I call you my baby you remind me that you are a big girl. Yesterday though, you added on that you will always be my baby, and you will.
The only thing I wish for you Paisley, and the only thing I will ever wish for, is for your happiness. When people ask what I want for you, I tell them that I want for you to be happy. I don’t need you to have a well-paying job, or a partner, or children, or a house even. All I wish for is for you to be happy. As long as you wake each morning knowing that you are loved, as long as you know that your actions can change the world for better and for worse, as long as when you wake each day, you are confident enough to grab the day, smile at it and own it. As long as you are happy.
So my 4-year-old Paisley, Happy Birthday Lovey, you are my world, and you always will be.