It just doesn't seem possible does it? You're four years old now ... and you think you're so grown up. In retrospect to how small you were four short years ago when you were born, weighing almost 3 lbs, you are big.
Last night you clung to me. Every move I made ... you were there. Underfoot, beside me, on me ... and with me. You're always with me. Even when we're apart ... you're with me. You wanted to help me and we made a game out of it ... you unloaded the dishwasher, picked up the laundry and you even washed the kitchen floor. I was right there with you ... and I saw you in a different light. Right before my eyes, you transformed from the baby girl I delivered back then ... to a beautiful little girl that is growing up fast.
We hardly spoke to each other, as you were so involved in your task. I couldn't help but stand back and smile at you as I watched you, and as I assigned you more work to do. It wasn't that I wanted you to do my work ... you're only four years old, but, it was that I wanted us to be together.
For the first time, you and I had that same unspoken sense that you have with your brothers. We didn't need to speak. Your eyes said everything ... you love me, like you should ... I'm your Mother, and we were spending good time together.
I love you Meg ... more than you can know right now ... but I'm sure less than you'll think in a few years and certainly when you have a child of your own. It's amazing how love grows and how much I love you more and more every day.
Every day turns into something even more wonderful being your Mother ... and I want to thank you for making my job easy. You're only four now. I can't even imagine how this will feel when you're eight ... or all grown up at twenty-two. I love you no more than your brothers and your sister ... but you are one of the greatest blessings that was bestowed upon me ... and for that I'm so very grateful.
Meg, I'm looking forward to many more years being your Mother ... and I have many plans for us. The very same plans I had for your sister ... and the very same things that I'll do with you. Juli still remembers ... and so will you. It's called love, and it's beautiful!