We’ve grown attached to her over the years.
I knew she was trouble from the beginning. She stopped growing for a while, something we found out during a routine ultrasound. This was pretty stressful, and watching that ultrasound still floors me after ten years.
- Peanut Butter and chocolate
- The girls in the family including aunts and nieces
- Her brother (she will never, ever admit this to you, so don’t ask)
- video games
- science and art at school
- Shows about dinosaurs
- Schoolhouse Rock
Things she doesn’t like as much include
- Math (she could have also inherited this from me)
- Sleeping in her bed
I’d say she loves pink, but that’s an understatement. I will do a load of red laundry, and every piece of clothing could be hers. And it’s been like that from the beginning. I would also say she loves princesses, but that seems to have changed in the last 60 days, and now she looks at me like I’m totally out of it when I bring it up. “Princesses are for babies Dad”, which doesn’t explain ages 2-9.
She loves babies, which we can safely assume she inherited from Britnie.
I would name her favorite books, but it seems to change every time I ask her. Last week she got mad when I told her Huckleberry Finn might be better for her in a year or two. This was because she’d already started reading it. I get the you’re nuts look sometimes when I suggest a book. That’s because she read it in third grade and just because the librarian told me it’s good for fifth graders doesn’t mean anything.
Something that isn’t part of my genes, but she has inherited, is she is kind of geeky. She loves comics and videogames. Never in a million years did I think out of the four people in our family, I wouldn’t be the one playing an Xbox the most.
She’s beautiful. And if she reads that she will fake getting angry with me and punch me in the arm saying “Daaaaaaad”. She’s got a mouth full of crooked teeth that crack me up. But I look past those braces and pity the boys that think they are going to get a kiss before she beats them at Mario Kart (and gently tells them her dad won’t let her date until she’s twenty-one). Kissing grosses her out, and I make sure to noisily kiss Britnie in front of her to encourage that thinking. I have also told her that kissing is similar to math.
That ultrasound I mentioned? That’s when I knew this wouldn’t be fair. See the tech told us something was wrong, and I started crying. I thought that was a strange because I didn’t even know that alien-looking thing. Now though I know what a pain in the butt that alien-looking thing can be, I still cry over that ultrasound, just this morning in fact when I watched it again. Back then it was a big deal because I was afraid I’d never get to meet her. Now it’s a big deal because I think about everything I would have missed without her.
We love you Sis. Happy Birthday.