When I think about my mom I think about comfort. I imagine her running her hands through my hair and telling me she was proud of me. I can remember her perfect hugs....she was a frail little thing but she gave the biggest tightest hugs. Every single hug I give to Hallie is given with the thought of my mom's hugs in mind.....a little extra tight just for good measure. I often struggle when I really stop and think about what an incredible mother my mom was....how on earth will I ever be like that? I let my mind run wild while I'm in the car on work days and after much thought and worry I've come to this conclusion: strive to be better every single day. Being a mom to Hallie is a blessing and a dream come true. Literally. I dreamed of being able to do the same things with my daughter that I grew up doing with my mom. Watching Disney movies, painting her toenails, dressing her up, watching her dance and tumble, having tea parties and playing restaurant. And most importantly telling her that she's beautiful, loved, funny, special, smart, and reminding her of each of these by giving her the very best hugs.
You are 75% GIRLY GIRL....and 25% naked tomboy. Naturally I love both of these sides....but the girly side makes for loads of fun for both of us! The names "your majesty" and "Princess Hallie" are often what we are to call you. A lost high heel or necklace sends the whole house into emergency search mode. You DO NOT leave home without a purse. A purse full of princesses. And sometimes coins. Coins to buy makeup. Lately you've made a point to tell me that princesses don't have to say "please" and "sorry"....after I get past the stifling laughter part I have to remind you that Princess Sofia is a polite and proper princess. That always gets you back on track. You are a sharer or tea and crumpets and most of the time you even let me pour.....
Our carpet is now a bed of dressup clothes, sparkly tiaras and necklaces. Or "nicholases" as you call them.....
If you could sleep in your princess dressed every night you would. But you're a pretty good sport and settle for afternoon napping in style....
The way the prance into the living room with your high heels clanking on the wood floor with the most adorable little smirk on your face that says you are waiting for your dad to look up and tell you how beautiful you are....that, my dear, is what I live for. You are a pretty predictable gal Hal. Either naked or princess. It's that simple.
Little girl dance outfits are my weakness. Little girls in said dance outfits....well, I just have no power over them. Take note sis, if you ever plan on getting in trouble just make sure you're wearing pale pink. I can't handle it....
And black with sparkles is pretty cute too....
Put two sweet dancers together and I'm pretty much a big sappy mess....
Four pretty dancers?????? Put a fork in me...I'm done.
You have a flare for fashion, my dear. You certainly don't get it from me...and you MOST certainly did not get it from my mom. It's embarrassing to admit how excited I get to dress you for school. The attitude + the fashion = a recipe for laughs.
I tend to talk about your goofier traits simply because they are just knee-slappin' funny...but it overshadows your sweet nature. You CARE so big....you don't hesitate to tell me that we are best friends....and you give the best back pats at the end of the day at the most perfect times.
Hugs to you my one of a kind girl of my dreams. I hope that this letter finds you on a day when you need it most.
I love you.
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