It's a milestone. One of those numbers that feels weighty and significant. And the baby-turned-toddler-turned-little girl-adorable reached it today, a sweet bundle of smiles and laughter and readiness on her fifth birthday.
She remembered last night that we dress up the house the night before this anniversary and asked her dear Dadoo if he and Mama were "going to decorate after I go to bed". Funny how one year changes things, how a year ago yesterday she didn't remember about that tradition and was genuinely surprised to wake on her fourth and find dinosaurs and balloons adorning the table. This morning, though, our girl smiled widely when she saw the streamers in spite of her foreknowledge. It is still a precious view - her in pink little girl jammies, tip-toeing out to see what kind of party spectacle is waiting for her.
When asked on her last day of four-dom what she liked best about being four, Averie replied without pause, "I liked best being a big sister".
And last night, as she lay snuggled up next to her Mama beneath her 'princess canopy' in her twin sized bed, her last four-year-old words were, "Is it time to get up yet? Will you lay by me? I love you, Mama."
Oh, Averie. Mama loves you, too.
Happy Birthday, my Darling.