Five years sounds like a long time . . . . but it doesn't seem like such a long time when you're busy living it.
We've had five years of snuggles and hugs, exuberant joyfulness, boundless curiousity. Five years of knowing Ashley in all her complexity and intensity. Five years of gratitude to her birthmother who honored us with the opportunity to parent her.
And I have to admit there are moments of budding maturity -- like when she offers to help out around the house or when she tries to teach her brother something new. The night before her birthday, she got up afer everyone was in bed and went looking for her birthday presents. She found them, but resisted the temptation to open any of them early (something I know wouldn't have happened a year ago). She's learning to control her temper a bit better. She's learning to negotiate. She is growing up.
We're celebrating five this week . . . .
. . . . . and wondering what the next five years will bring.
Letting Maturity Blossom
The Child You're Supposed To Have
Wahcing My Baby Grow Up