Sometimes, when I take her in, my eyes scanning the familiar lines of her face, shoulders, hands, and long, lean, limbs, my brain registers a vague shock at how much she has grown in four years. And in her growth, I see my own, exponential in comparison.
Her now four-year-old spirit thirsts for learning, and she laps up the small drops of knowledge I can impart, not knowing how much she is teaching me in the process.
From that earth-shattering moment on July 3, 2009 (1:31 am, to be exact) when I became a mother for the first time, I have been challenged, stretched, and pushed far beyond what I thought were my limits. And, as always, with growth and learning come the realization of how little we really know and just how much growth and learning are still possible.
To my big girl who is gradually bringing out the bigness in me,
Happy fourth birthday!