Six years ago today, our one and only daughter, Olivia, was born. We love and cherish every moment she has been with us for the last six years. Those six years have been pretty eventful with this adorable little girl. The moment she came into this world she was a handful, albeit a pretty darn cute handful. She came out literally kicking, crying, and screaming. As I stood there in the delivery room holding my brand new, precious baby girl, while the doctors and nurses care for her mommy, I couldn't help but wonder what on earth she was so mad about?! She was born into a family that loves her beyond all measure and would do anything for her. She had a mom and a dad who loved each other, loved her, and a big brother who looked out for her (and a future little brother who absolutely adores her!). Then I realized after like 10 minutes of incessant screaming, and uncontrollable wailing, that she was probably just cold, and hungry (nothing's changed after 6 years!), and wanted her mommy. Sure enough, after a few minutes of crying at a volume that would give jumbo jet a run for it's money, I handed her over to her mom and all was right in her world again.
But the best part of this kid is that the fun didn't stop there. She's the sweetest, fiercest, most helpful, loving little girl we know (no bias whatsoever in that, or any remaining statement regarding our daughter...seriously). We have six years of stories to share, but unfortunately we can't fit them all into a single blog post. So consider this the "highlight reel".
Last year she was in her first ever dance recital. It was as ridiculously cute as you would expect a five year old dance recital to be. Her and five of her little friends all dressed up in little tutus, dancing on a gigantic stage in front of like 1000 people to The Beach Boys. Like I said, on the cuteness scale, this thing was turned up to 11. What made it even more impressive was that, somehow, amidst her performing her unbelievably cute dance routine, she managed to ALSO wave the whole time and yell "Hi Daddy!" simultaneously! Commence nuclear cuteness meltdown. And then, as if the cuteness apocalypse had not already occurred, she insisted she wear her dance recital costume to Costco the next day so that "All the people at Costco can tell me how cute I am." Have you ever seen an angel eat a Costco hotdog? I did that day, and it was spectacular.
Who could forget the time we signed her up for soccer, and she spent the whole time running around telling all the kids the proper way to kick the ball. Obviously she was practicing her exceptional mommy and/or future CEO skills early on. Hey someone has to take over this photography business of ours when we die, right?!
She adores her big brother and tries to be just like him. What other little girl do you know, that asks to have her hair put into a tri-bun just like Rey from the new Star Wars movie? There may be another girl out there, but I guarantee you they're not as cute (see, I told you no bias here).
Everyday, I come home from work to a new little "gift" she has made me out of torn up tissues, construction paper, glue/staples/tape, and scribbled all over it, it says, "I love you Daddy!" They may look like scraps of paper to some people, but to me those bits of paper are worth more than $100 bills.
She's addicted to shoes (seriously forget a college fund, we had to start a footwear fund), loves to dress up, and learned to ride a bike in less than 4 seconds (although she claims less than 2 seconds!). She loves to read, create, and is the best funny face maker this side of the Mississippi.
We wouldn't change a thing over the last six years...well maybe all that screaming when she was born, or the stitches that resulted from her hurling a squirt gun at her big brother's face...but other than that, she's perfect. She is absolutely perfectly made by our Creator and we are so thankful for everyday we get to spend with such an amazing human being.
I think often about the day I will have to walk this feisty, loving, funny, caring, resourceful, creative, smart, wonderful little girl down the aisle and give her away. I can't wait for that day to come, and to see her grown into the amazing woman I know she will be. And yet, I never want these moments we have now to end. Someday when she's glowing in her stunning white gown, her arm draped in mine, as we walk slowly down the aisle, part of me will want to pick her up, throw her on my back, and go back to the time of piggy back rides, light-saber duels, tissue/construction paper/staples cards, and spontaneous after-dinner dance parties. The other part of me will be bawling uncontrollable tears of joy, excitement, and pride in the person she has become. I should probably start stock piling tissues now. We love you Olivia, and no matter how old you get, you will always be our amazing six year old girl. Happy Birthday!