Bittersweet. Payton is turning five.
Putting Payton to bed tonight was such a bittersweet moment. As we tucked her in, said our night nights and I love yous ... we reminded her that tomorrow is her birthday. She jabbered something back to us about school, leaving us not really sure if she truly understood.
As I gazed across the bed at her ... her jabber became a distant chatter as flashbacks of her birth scattered in my mind.
If only I had known then what I know now.
If only I had known the ridiculously immense amount of love I would have for this child.
If only I had known how proud this child would make me.
If only I had known then that everything I thought mattered in life ... really doesn't matter.
If only I had known then what I know now.
My baby is turning five years old ... and I'm not sure how to put into words the emotion this brings me. Sitting here, typing out f-i-v-e-y-e-a-r-s-o-l-d ... it just really chokes me up. It seems there is something about the significance of this birthday, yet I cannot quite put my finger on it.
She is a big girl now.
Having a child or two with birthdays right after the New Year typically leaves me in a scramble. In true Bethany fashion ... I decided late last night that we would have Payton's birthday party this weekend. As in, three days away. I was really feeling guilty for not having planned her party and felt I should not let my procrastination be a reason to delay her party into late January.
And so party we will.
Because if there is a life that deserved to be celebrated ... it has to be that of this girl ...
Now if you will excuse me ... I have to go see how those flower cupcakes are coming. Put a husband in the kitchen and things may go wrong. Ha.
Happy 5th Birthday, Payton ... we love you more than words can ever say!
As I gazed across the bed at her ... her jabber became a distant chatter as flashbacks of her birth scattered in my mind.
If only I had known then what I know now.
If only I had known the ridiculously immense amount of love I would have for this child.
If only I had known how proud this child would make me.
If only I had known then that everything I thought mattered in life ... really doesn't matter.
If only I had known then what I know now.
My baby is turning five years old ... and I'm not sure how to put into words the emotion this brings me. Sitting here, typing out f-i-v-e-y-e-a-r-s-o-l-d ... it just really chokes me up. It seems there is something about the significance of this birthday, yet I cannot quite put my finger on it.
She is a big girl now.
Having a child or two with birthdays right after the New Year typically leaves me in a scramble. In true Bethany fashion ... I decided late last night that we would have Payton's birthday party this weekend. As in, three days away. I was really feeling guilty for not having planned her party and felt I should not let my procrastination be a reason to delay her party into late January.
And so party we will.
Because if there is a life that deserved to be celebrated ... it has to be that of this girl ...
Now if you will excuse me ... I have to go see how those flower cupcakes are coming. Put a husband in the kitchen and things may go wrong. Ha.
Happy 5th Birthday, Payton ... we love you more than words can ever say!