This is the first picture of Esther that I posted on my blog nearly five years ago.
Five years ago, my three year old Esther loved dressing up in tutus and playing with toys. My Esther is eight today, and I’m happy to say that tutus and toys still occupy a big space in her life. As they should.
Esther is the epitome of innocence because I’m sorry, but eight is still rightfully deep in ‘little girl land.‘ Let her eat too much chocolate cake, have extra whipped cream on her cocoa, and invite her Polly Pockets to the coffee shop.
Esther is excited for her birthday. Not because she’s all that excited to turn eight – but because she likes a good celebration. You just have to go back and watch her enjoying her fifth birthday and you know pure joy.
Because if you haven’t noticed yet – Esther is a small package of huge joy.
And I worry for her. People who hold that much joy are easily hurt because they don’t believe bad things could ever happen. Their optimism is unending..until it’s not.
I admit I hold Esther with a little extra care than I do my other daughters as her reality is just different than that of her sisters. She requires a few extra hugs and snuggles and homemade cupcakes on her birthday as store-bought just isn’t ever right.
Esther is a light in this world that I hope shines bright for another 100 birthdays. Because her giggle should last through several lifetimes.
Sometimes I think that her giggle could help end all wars and help feed the world. It’s that powerful.
How do we bottle that?
How do we bottle that innocence of a child this pure and good and give a little to everyone.
Because if we did I know the world would be something so much brighter.
Bright like my eight year old with the light in her eyes that shows us that the future must be good.
It has to be.
Happy Birthday sweet Esther.