Dear Ry

I want you to know you are a spunky 5 year old now, all 30 pounds of you. You like to cross your legs when you sit, and keep your face and hands clean all the time. You love to have curly hair like Taylor Swift (also sing her songs with your kukukulele), and paint your fingernails a million different colors. Every thing about you is dainty, petite, and perfect. I wouldn't have it any other way.


I want you to know that there is a reason you are our first child. There is a reason you were chosen to be the older sister. You may not always be the biggest or loudest but you will always be the leader and the example.


I want you to know that you have the sweetest heart, You care so much for others, you try to keep everyone happy. I have even seen you cry when another kid cries. You are very compassionate. You know what I need from you. Your hugs and smooches are cherished. You have a funny sense of humor, you love to mimic facial expressions that you learn from your cousins and you think your daddy's made-up songs are even better than the original. You love to sing and just taught yourself how to whistle. For as long as I can remember, you have had the best giggle, it is contagious! You are learning to say funny jokes, knock knock jokes, usually ending with something about a banana!  You love to play the "I love you more" game, always winning when you mention you love us one million.


I want you to know that you are one smart girl! You have the capability to catch on to things quickly. You are very observant, noticing things that most don't. You notice specific colors, and when something has been put in the wrong spot, and always the color of my eyeshadow. You also remember crazy things. You ask me questions about things that happened a long time ago, most I don't even remember and don't know the answer to and somehow you always end up helping me answer your own question!


I want you to know that you were our 4 pound, 9 ounce perfectly healthy baby girl. It isn’t everyday a 4 lb 9oz baby is perfectly fine with no complications, you were. So here we are.  A little family with perfect little kids. Little babies that were and are gifts from God. He helped you come to us. He gave us the opportunity to raise you and show you right from wrong. Because we used our faith and the priesthood, he guided your spirits to your little teeny bodies. He kept you safe up until then…and we have been trying ever since. 


Love,
Mom