Today our wonderful Monkey turns 5. Five years of this wonderfully unique and immeasurably precious little girl.
For any mom I think the moment your first born baby takes it's first breath is a moment that is literally unforgettable. It was for me. I remember it so clearly. And when I close my eyes and remember her tiny, warm body laying on my chest I well with tears. Oh that sweet bundle instantaneously kidnapped me, smothered me, and ground my heart into fairy dust. Oh that little baby, my Monkey, changed me and she renamed me "Mom". Precious she is, and cherished always.
Monkey is bright. Brown hair, blue eyes, spunky and giddy. She is enthusiastic. VERY. ENTHUSIASTIC. She jumps and wiggles and does the hokey-pokey whenever she has something to share. She is a joker. I foresee that in the coming years I will be the brunt of many-a-practical joke. She is proper when she wants to be and detail oriented. Her memory is sharp and her use of a napkin (na-kim) is a thing to behold.
She loves eggs and toast, nuggets and dip, carrots, broccoli, pizza, meatballs, and cookies. Well, all sugar really. "Special Treats" as she refers to them. She can woof down a piece of cake or cookie or pie before I can put the spatula down and walk to my seat.
Monkey loves Pipsqueak. I mean, LO-HUVES her. They are best friends and though they have their disagreements, they LOVE like sisters too. She takes care of her little sister and looks after her. She tells her what to do too. She loves to tell Pip what to say when they're playing pretend. It's rather funny. She sings Pip songs before naps or bedtime. She is content to have one sister since she is the best sister. (Love this)
As any mother can attest the list I could write on my child seems endless. I'm so grateful to be her mom, to have the opportunity to nurture, mold, prune, and love on this little person. I'm still finding it hard to believe she's reached this milestone of turning 5, but she has and boy, am I glad.
