today i'm unwrapping the gift of a five year old who loves to smell my coffee. (seriously, if i leave a cup unattended, her nose is liable to be in it.)
who, if she had her way, would spend the whole day in her sunshine pajamas.
who harbors strong opinions about scooby doo ('horrible and scary'), and is pleased as punch with a well-placed dora band-aid.
who narrates her life in song.
who thinks peanut butter toast is perfection on a plate.
who relishes trips to the mailbox and backyard picnics and shadow puppies.
yesterday i phoned the lower elementary school to make elle an appointment for kindergarten round-up. she's going places, this kid. and while it occurs to me to nurse a bit of self-pity and nostalgia, i'm mostly taking joy in her becoming a person apart from me, with her own purposes and faith and persuasions.
she's ready. and it's a beautiful thing.