Four years old has always been one of my favorite ages, mostly because they say really funny things. They're potty trained, they're a little easier to communicate with, and they are hilarious. Ellie Paige is no exception to this.
It's no secret that my girl is full of personality. I love talking to her and getting her point of view on things. She has so many questions and so much spunk. But she also has a whole lot of heart. I feel like I spend a lot of time talking about all the funny and sassy things Ellie says. Speaking of sassy... she thinks that's the word for sweaty. All Summer she's been telling me that she's starting to feel a little bit sassy. But I want to take a minute to talk about her heart.
Ellie is quick to apologize. She stomped up to her room last night at bedtime, arms crossed, upset with me that I was telling her it was bedtime. I walked in to help her put on her pajamas. I found her sitting in her chair, scowling with her arms crossed. "I'M ANGRY" she said to me. "Go potty" I replied as I pulled some pajamas out of her drawer. She marched into the bathroom all pouty. About 45 seconds later she appeared in the doorway.
"Hey, Mommy? I so sorry I said no to you. I so sorry I wasn't being nice."
Then she runs in for a hug.
Whenever she's starting to get upset, her little mouth turns into a frown and she tells me that "I'm starting to get a little bit of tears!" and then that curly mess of a head falls into my lap and cries. It really is the sweetest.
Words can not express what a good big sister she is. I am floored. She is so quick to bring me a diaper before I even ask. She is sweet with Jack and loves to sit on the floor and play with him and make him laugh. She dances for him, sings for him, holds up stuffed animals and gives him toys. She wipes his mouth. She stands up on the bottom of his crib and talks to him when he wakes up from a nap. She calls him "My Jacketty Quackers" or "My baby" and asks to hold him. She sings "Your Sissy is here! Your Sissy is here! Your Sis is here so IT'S OH-KAY!"
She loves family hugs and asks for them often. She adores her Daddy and when she gets in trouble she says "please don't tell my dad." Little does she know that there's literally nothing she can do that would keep him from loving her.
She's obedient. She's teachable.
She got hurt today, and about 45 minutes after the injury she crawled up into my lap and asked me to "pray to God for my cheek."
So, we prayed.
She dances. She does tricks. And after she does them she says "MOM! WAS THAT AWESOME?!"
I adore, adore, adore, adore that girl of mine. Today I picked her up and asked her "How come you're the sweetest girl there ever was?"
"Because God made me!"
"How come the best girl in the whole world gets to live with me and Daddy?!"
"Because God said I should live with you!!"
I'm so thankful.
I'm so, so thankful.
