5 years, 6 months.
In my mind, you are a quiet little girl, outside of our home. That’s how I imagine you.
But maybe not…
Because you have this habit of bonding very quickly with other girls your age.
Like this week when we were taking your brother to Taekwondo; as we were opening the door, I heard someone shout out, “Holly!”
She ran over to you and hugged you; then she touched your hair, saying, “Look Holly, we have the same color hair!” And the two of you giggled like besties.
Turns out; she’s in your P.E. class at school.
I remember this happening after your 1st first ballet class, as well. I heard, “Holly! Give me a hug before you go!”
When we got back to the Jeep, I asked where you knew that girl from.
“From dance class. I just met her today, Daddy.”
I have a feeling this will be normal for you: The ability to immediately befriend other little girls your age.
5 years, 2 months.
I feel like I mention this every so often, but I love your freckles!
And I know you do, too.
In fact, you brought home a picture today that you drew of yourself at school.
You made sure to include lots of little dots on your face to show your “freckles and make-up”.
(I’m not sure about the make-up part!)
Despite me actually being over “half-Hispanic”, you definitely got the “over 1/3rd German” part from me, more noticeably.
I never imagined I would have a daughter who looks like you, but I’m really glad you turned out this way.
You are so special.
4 years, 11 months.
This week you and I had a special day where you encountered a 24 hour stomach bug and needed to stay home while I worked from the kitchen table. It just so randomly happened Mommy had to drive to work in Nashville that day; and of course your brother was at his school.
I set you up your own space by placing your bed blankets on our living room rug. You fell asleep within minute and stayed asleep for 2 and a half hours of the morning, despite me making calls in the kitchen.
When you woke up, you felt so much better; turning your floor space into a board game center.
I was sad to see you sick, but happy to take care of you!
4 years, 3 months.
We recently drove to Jasper to further celebrate Papa’s retirement.
After our lunch at Top of the Rock, we enjoyed the scenery there, overlooking much of Tennessee.
As always, I had my camera handy. You just happened to be wearing your favorite rainbow skirt.
Because… of course you were!
I’m not for certain you were aware that I was following you around with the camera, because you were just simply being you.
But as you casually pranced around like the little rainbow princess you are, it might as well have been in intentionally photo shoot.
Because either way, you were ready!
4 years, 3 months.
Earlier this summer, I challenged myself to write a song about you- specifically, about our relationship as father and daughter.
This past week, I finished writing the song and published it to my YouTube channel.
The concept is this: You are a princess. Since I am your father, that means that I am a king.
Here are the lyrics:
Never thought I’d be the king of anything/Or live in a castle married to a queen/ It never seemed that would be my reality/Then I met a girl who changed everything/Those blue eyes are still a mystery/And when she smiles at me, it’s all that I really need
Well I’m a king if she’s a princess/A slumber party in an Elsa dress/The proudest ever ballerina, the blondest ever senorita/I’m the beast and she’s the beauty/An interruption to my routine/She’s always happy when she sees me/I am royalty, believe me/If she’s a princess, I’m a king
My midlife crisis came a little soon/An existential view with doom and gloom/I was so confused thinking, “What am I here to do?”/Then I met a girl who changed everything/Those blue eyes are still a mystery/And when she smiles at me, it’s all that I really need