you know, i think she could tell this one was coming (it may have been the "happy birthday!" banner that tipped her off) because she has been INTENSE in her emotion lately. one minute she's wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me tightly, thanking me for being her mom, for getting her a sandwich, for reading a book with her, and the next minute she's in tears because sarah has touched something that she specifically wishes to be displayed in an accessible and prominent public area.
kate is my buddy. she is sweet. she is loving. she is funny. she loves more than any of my other kids and she wants more than anything not to be treated like the baby, but to be treated fairly. she hates all food when presented as dinner, loves breakfast and LOVES snacks. any snacks. as long as it's a snack, she loves it. she loves tea parties, horses (just like ava!), pink and purple, ballet class (oh! how she loves ballet class!), curled up in her blankee with a movie is by far her favorite activity. kate has an energy and a passion and a zest and it makes her so many things all at once. sometimes it's overwhelming for her, sometimes it's overwhelming for me, but this has always been the truth: i feel like i understand kate. i feel capable of mothering her. i love the time i get to spend with her.
kate: mom, i can do the passwode on this ipad.
me: you can?
kate: yep. you just put yo finguh he-yah and then you do this and wall-uh. the passwode.
mom: does this mean you hate god?
i turn around, surprised, to see her gleefully holding up her pointer finger. somehow that child has caught on to the concept of the middle finger. however she is so happy that the teaching moment is wasted. i can't stop laughing.
happy birthday, you little love.