Wow! Baby girl, (I wonder how long I can get away with calling you that) I can hardly believe you are five. I know adults always say that about the little people in their life, but it really is true.
It was so fun calling you on your birthday (August 4) and actually talking to you on the phone. You have lots of words, but use them selectively these days.
When I hung up the phone, I started thinking about some of the things that make you so special.
You, sweet girl made a me a grandmother the day you were born; I didn't know it until months later. I love that about God, and how he brought our family together. Bits and pieces fit together perfectly. That's kind of the way it is in His family. Surprises come along and we don't even realize what a wonderful gift they are until much later.
You are a wonderful gift to our family and we sure do love you.
What a fun and magical age five is. Starting kindergarten, learning to be a little more independent. Life is moving in a whole new direction now that you're starting school and making friends. I'm looking forward to the year coming up for you, so many exciting things ahead- things you will learn, things you will try for the first time, people you will meet- might even find your best friend for life in school this year.
I'm proud of you for the little girl that you are. I love that you love Jesus and have a heart for him, and that you love going to church with me. I even love the insecurities in you too, your tender heart and even seeing you cry. You are one tough little girl and you held your tears for a long time. I'm glad you feel safe enough to cry and be afraid and need comforting from us.
I especially see it when you come home after being away from your mom and dad. You are a little uneasy, unsure and I see you looking back to her for your comfort, support and reassurance that it's okay. I pray that you always do that- that you always find your way home for comfort and support when you are unsure about what life hands you.
Kendall, you are one of the best things that happened to your mom and to us and we are just so grateful that you are a part of our family. That's a gift that we got.
But you aren't all insecure- you can be determined and driven when you need to be. You knew what you wanted for this birthday, you made your list and made sure it was stuck on my refrigerator months before your birthday. We referred to it often over the last several months- I guess we will have to start on a Christmas list next, won't we?
You often pretend to be a kitty cat, mostly when you're unsure about a situation or upset after being gone from home but it is often you walk into a room with your little kitty cat hands. So this birthday, it seemed right to play along.
I know that one day I'm gonna miss your little kitty cat hands- and the little girl who always wants to be next to me when I'm baking in the kitchen or watering the flowers and putting on makeup. And girl, you can talk an ear off when we are in the car riding around. I feel like you trust me with your secrets, and I sure do like that.
We had so much fun bouncing in the Barbie Birthday Bounce house- where you told me some pretty important things like:
your favorite thing to eat - Cereal
your favorite cereal is Cocoa Puffs
your favorite thing to do for fun is going to the mall
you like to shop where the bunk beds are (huh, maybe your momma knows where this is)
your favorite toys are balls
you're afraid of sponges that come alive, you saw that in a movie you watched
your favorite TV show - Haunted House
your favorite color is purple
and your favorite dessert is cake and brownies
You will grow up one day and will forget about sponges that come alive, shop at more exciting places than where they have bunk beds, will eat more than just cereal for dinner and won't care about many of these little things. But, I hope they are a great memory for you just as they are for me.
So, happy 5th birthday Kendall Grace.
Your Pappy and I want to make sure you know what an important part of our lives you are. We love you so much! And you can always come home here!
Grammie, aka
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