“Nolie! How do you feel today? You are four!”
yes. And, I feel four…ish. But just a little four.
She’s a gift to everyone she meets. Her infectious laugh, her quick smile and easy friendship, the way that she asks “are you good? are you feeling okay? being a mama is hard.” of me most days, the way that she talk to Evie “Ever, it’s okay. You aren’t quite ready to share yet, you are my baby!” and the way she loves Charlie “Papa, I’m your girl, huh? I miss you so much. I wish each day was a weekend.”
Nolie is hitting a developmental stride that is killing me with it’s sweetness. She gives, understands empathy, and has a grasp of what it means that Ever is “the baby” “a baby” in ways I never could have dreamt. We are seeing some of the pay off of our parenting choices and it’s helping me stay the gentle course with her spunksy sister. Nolie gives me the gift of perspective every day, and I don’t have words to express how thankful I am for that, especially on the hard days.
She made everything new again with her birth, changed everything in my heart and mind, and rocked my world in gigantic-plate shifting ways. She is the coming to fruition of the dreams I had just beyond my minds ability to grasp, the “what will I be when I grow up” question answered. The “what is all this school for?” given weight and the “how big can a heart grow?” shattered-exploded-grown into a love I couldn’t ever fathom till she was here.
Nolie girl. You are very four’ish, and I can’t wait to keep getting to know you. You are everything and more. The world is yours and your loving hearts, take it.
The number of smiles she brought, friends she made, hearts she grown is innumerable. I am honored to know her, let alone carry the intimate and amazing job of Mama to Nolie.