Don't Forget

Eva,

I don't remember much from my childhood.  I really have a horrible memory.  It used to bother me that I have lost so many moments, because I can't remember them.  I'm getting over it though.

What I am afraid of, is forgetting YOUR childhood.  I can already see it happening.  You will be three in April and there are already things that have happened in your first few years that I won't remember.  The big things I'm sure I'll remember, but the little things, the moments that may not seem much to someone else are the moments I'm afraid I will lose.  See, these are the moments that bring me such joy.  They're the moments that you teach me. 

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I don't want to forget the story you told me this morning about Bob and Cake (the squirrels who live in the tree outside your window), which involved a box they made that had a picture of two toes on it. You know, they made that box just because they like to play in it?  I don't want to forget how much you love these animals that you've only seen from a distance.  I don't want to forget how every once in awhile, out of nowhere, you'll ask what Bob and Cake are doing.  I don't want to forget how big your imagination and your heart are.

I don't want to forget how much you love your sister.  How everytime I lay her down for a nap, you have to give her a kiss, and you get upset with me if I lay her down before you get to.  How, if she's upset, you tilt your head to the side and ask her, "What's wrong baby?" and pat her head or rub her back to try to calm her down. 

I dont' want to forget how smart you are.  You really amaze me EVERYDAY with the things that you do and say.  I don't want to forget the sound of your voice singing, "Jesus Loves Me."  Or how when someone tells you you're pretty, you say, "Yeah." like, I know I am.

I don't want to forget how much you love your daddy.  How your eyes light up when he gets home from work and how you only want him to tuck you in at night. 

I don't want to forget.

I don't want to forget the moment this morning when you brushed my hair back and put your hands on my face and simply said, "You're gorgeous."  I don't want to forget how I was having a rough morning, and those words in your sweet little voice brought up so much emotion, that I was unable to speak for fear that my tears would spill out.  I don't want to forget how a few moments later you said, "Momma, your breaf is yucky." (Darn coffee breath)

I don't want to forget how smart, funny, kind, beautiful (inside and out), honest, imaginative and compassionate you are.  But more importantly, I don't want you to forget.  I want you to grow into a woman who knows she's smart, funny, kind, beautiful, honest, imaginative and compassionate.  I want you to remember how much you love your daddy.  And I really want you to remember how much Jesus loves you.

  

I love you always,
Momma

p.s. I have a video of you singing, but couldn't get the sound to work.  Daddy will work on that later ;) Daddy fixed it!