From the moment I met her outside of my womb, I knew that she would be the one who softened me. From day one, she had a way of loving so big, of loving so unapologetically, and with such unbridled joy— you’d have to be a real psychopath to not be affected by standing in the midst of that kind of light. Because that’s exactly what Edie is: light and goodness and joy and a daily reminder that life is what you make it.
As we were driving home from school the other day, it began to downpour which inconveniently ruined our plans to go to the park, as we often do most weekdays. She was quiet for a moment, her forehead furrowed. I had hoped she hadn’t noticed but, as she let out a deep sigh, I knew that she had.
“Well, it stinks that’s it’s raining, babe. Maybe we can do the park tomorrow?”
“That’s okay, mama. It’s still such a beautiful day. It’s just raining now and you know what? You can’t have sunshine without some rain sometimes.”
Happy fourth birthday, my delightful little ray of sunshine. You are the glue that holds this family together and we couldn’t possibly adore you any more if we tried.
To the moon and back, Coop.