My littlest girly turned two this week.
I hear her awake after her nap most days, singing to herself, “Hap Bir-day ME!!! Hap Bir-day ME!!!!” Peeking into her door, I whisper, “Eliza! Did you have a birthday!?” She nods her head up and down. “YEAH!”
“How old are you?” I say. And she raises the pointer finger on both hands, puts them right next to each cheek and says, “Two-ah!”
She got new blue shoes with birds on them, which are her three favorite things (blue, shoes, birds). How could I not get them for her?
And then there was the rocking horse from Papa and Dotsey that she promptly named “Eliza Grace” and then renamed “Hee-hee-hee-hee”.
Ah, we love her.
A few weeks ago, she walked up to a picture and said, “Baby? Annie? Me?” She was asking me if the baby in the picture was her or Annie. Allowing her to enter into our grief hurts a little sometimes. She is so joyful and innocent and I wonder how this will touch her. Will she get it? Will she feel slighted that she wasn’t part of us when it happened?
The story of our family goes on . . . and oh, I’m just so glad that I have the privilege of raising this one.
Happy Two-ah Birthday, Little E.
P.S. Language development? Well, it’s a beautiful thing. Unfortunately, Eliza is bringing many laughs to her siblings as she works certain letter sounds out. Her word for soup: poop. Her word for coffee: pee-pee. As if that’s not bad enough, she looked at me and exclaimed yesterday, “I’m TOOT!” (cute). William and Kate were rolling.
ahhh . . .the joys of older siblings to egg her on! Love reading your posts & Happy Belated Birthday to Eliza!
How we enjoyed each picture of our "two-ah" "toot" Eliza and all the wonderful meanderings of her sweet mother's heart. She is blessed to be one of yours. (We hope she can survive her older siblings. ha Just kidding.) Papa and Dotsey
Tell Miss Eliza that Miss Chris loves her!
Oh yes, Mr. Greg, too!