We are celebrating six incredible years today. These past six years, life has been a lot like a crazy ride on the swings. There have been euphoric highs and stomach-churning lows. Sometimes it has been terrifying. Sometimes we’re laughing so hard our stomachs hurt. Sometimes I have just wanted to jump off and hope I land on my feet.
Addison is mature beyond her years in many ways – she doesn’t cry anymore when getting blood draws – but at the end of the day she is still just a little girl. Still Mommy and Daddy’s baby. Still loves cuddling in bed at night. Still wants to hold hands. Still believes in magic and fairytales. Still has freak-outs over the weirdest, smallest things. I never want that to end. (Except the freak-outs. They can go anytime.)
Celebrations this year have been pretty low key because we are in the thick of packing up our house to move out for renovations. Addison had a birthday party with her friends on Sunday. This afternoon we’ll have a special afternoon tea treat with the “girls” – that’s me and Charlie plus our transplant BFF Margaret.
On her last night of being a five-year old I asked her what the best part of being five was. She said, “Reading books to Charlie. Having Charlie be born.” Then Addison asked me, “You never stop having birthdays right?”. I replied, “Not until you die.” (We speak very frankly about life and death.) And she paused for a moment before exclaiming, “That won’t be for a hundred years!!!!” I certainly hope so my sweetheart.
Life is good. Happy birthday my beautiful baby.
Elaine, Aaron, Addison and Charlie