Friday, December 30, 2011

:: delia's 4 ::

Dear Delia Mae,

I have to start right off the bat by saying something.  It might sound kind of weird to some, but it'll make sense to others.  Here it is:

You remind me of grandma.

Not surprisingly, you are named after her (Delia Mae).  You share the same personality.  Your sense of humor matches hers to a T.  Your quirkiness, silliness, and ability to look at everything so lightheartedly, yet feel things so emotionally.  That's her.  That's grandma.  On Christmas Eve, I was picking the meat off of a chicken for my tortilla soup, and I remembered back to when grandma taught me how to pick a chicken til only its bones showed.  She knew how to get every single itty bitty piece off, not wasting anything.  For the first time since she died, I found myself sobbing over a chicken carcass.  Awesome, huh?  As I was telling myself to get a grip, I realized I still have a little bit of grandma with me.  In you.  In my own mom, your Nana, who shares so many of the same characteristics.  You stand just like grandma did all of the time (and Nana does), quiet and upright with your hands held together down in front of you.  You're obsessed with chickens like she was.  When I was little, your Uncle Billy, Uncle Joey and I would go through grandma's kitchen and house counting her chickens.  She had chickens on EVERYTHING.  She loved them.  When you were 2, you deemed your blanket your "chicken" and it has stuck ever since.  When choosing a knit hat for yourself, you didn't want the cute pink kitty or the fluffy white lamb.  I couldn't talk you into the funny gray mouse or even a handsome horse.  You chose the chicken.  And you wouldn't budge.  You proudly strutted through the mall with your chicken hat on, turning heads the entire way.  That's you.  And I love it.  I love how grandma lives in you.  How she would ADORE you if she were with us.  I have a feeling you two would be kindred spirits.  You're such a little gift to me since I miss her so very much.

You're four now.  Your confidence ASTOUNDS me.  You know no stranger.  You'll talk to anyone and you love everyone.  You're friendly.

You're always laughing, singing, love sitting at the piano, picking out a little song and singing along.

You surprise me every day with things that you know.  You're very smart.

You love animals and puppies.  You're so very tenderhearted.

You're in your first year of preschool and you LOVE IT.  When I asked your teacher how you're doing, especially the first few days, your teacher looked at me funny and said, "Seriously?  There are no problems at all!  From the first day, she walked in like she owned the place."  I expected nothing less after you've watched your brother go to school for 2 years and begged me to go too.  You have a confidence and awareness that is unique for your age.

You adore Adele.

You love your brothers.

You're so silly.  Always saying the funniest things and laughing your head off.  You have an amazing laugh that comes up right from your guts.  You're really so funny.  Like the other day when you had an accident and you told daddy you think Jesus made your pants warm with his magic.  Or how you called the golf course a golf "corf"  I need to start writing things down so I don't forget the funny things you say.

You're beautiful.  SO gorgeous!  With your dark hair with your big sparkly blue eyes, you turn heads wherever we go.  People stare at you.  They talk to you and tell you how pretty you are and how much you look like your momma (smile).  You like your ponytails tight and get very upset if your "hair is moving" (loose).  You don't like messing up your pretty hair.  You love getting your hair done and anything else that goes along with "getting ready".  You're such a girly-girl in some ways, but always ready to pick up a Hot Wheels car or soccer ball.  You love your babies and dollies and dollyhouse.  You love your kitties and stuffed animals.  You have no interest in video games.  You're not a huge fan of coloring or playdough, but you LOVE helping in the kitchen.  You love baths and playing in the water.  You did awesome at your first swimming lessons this past spring.  You love playing outside.  You hate nuts.  HATE HATE HATE nuts.  If you even get a hint of a nut, you will puke.  Full on puke.  But you'll eat peanut butter.

You're sassy. You have this thing you do with your eyebrow when you're feeling sassy.

You're sensitive to smells.  You cover your nose and mouth with one hand when you smell something you don't like.  You're always smelling everything and everybody and you remember things and people by their smell.  You're just plain ol' quirky.

We're so lucky to have you, Gia.  You're such a joy and a wonder to have around.  I love everything about you. You're a light.  And we love you with our entire beings.

Happy Birthday, Gia Mae.