I Am

I AM

I love this poem.

I also love Cody's prolific pictures he draws during church.

I decided to slowly surrender an entire ream of paper to his quiet church activities.

I can tell Mackayla has an older brother.

She is currently figuring out all the configurations her fingers can make.

(When you turn three suddenly it's a lot harder to make your fingers do "how many old" you are.)

She held up her pointer finger and thumb making "two," stared at it a second, and then started making tiny shooting noises with her "gun."

This is Mackayla's picture of me. I'm beautiful in this picture.

Sometimes Mackayla asks if I want to play baby.

She pretends to be a baby and I while I hold her I think it wasn't too long ago that I really got to hold her as a baby.

They just grow up too fast.

Macey told Mackayla today that she was so big she was as big as a skyscraper.

Mackayla looked so proud. It's still the highest form of a compliment to her.

Then Macey ran to me and whispered with a knowing look, "I was just trying to make her feel good. She's really not big."

By the time Mackayla can read this I'm assuming that won't be offensive:)

Macey has planned that she will have four children: 2 boys and 2 girls. The girls are Maggie and Emma. She hopes her husband likes the names. We'll get to the gender choosing later.

It took her some time to decide she would get pregnant. After seeing me pregnant with Mackayla it kinda freaked her out. (I guess I can see why--it wasn't pretty:)!) Around the time she was four we discussed how being pregnant can be uncomfortable, but it's totally worth it. A week or two ago we discussed the details of pushing babies out of your belly. 

How does this five year old think of all these things?

Sometimes I think Macey is an old soul.