“Mommy, you always miss my birthday.”
Every year I have a work commitment on her birthday.
“We will celebrate when I get home. And in the meantime here are 366 kisses…plus another 6 to get you through. And know that you’re on my mind and in my heart always.”
And she held my face tight. She always holds my face tight. She always looks deep inside of me. She always asks me to kiss her extra on her nose(chocolate) and cheeks(peanut butter and jelly) and her ears(made from sprinkles).
I worry for the day when she decides that her forehead is no longer made of whipped cream.
Today I’m missing her whipped cream, yet know we will celebrate big when I see her in a few days.
And I hope that at 6 she will still let me tickle her pickles(toes) to make her giggle as she falls into my lap that still holds her so perfectly. For as long as it can.
Because 6 is still little.
Don’t tell me differently.
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl.