Today we watched you graduate from preschool. You were so cute in your cap and gown. I made it through the ceremony without crying (a true feat), but I teared up a little as you walked in the auditorium and the picture slideshow of you and your friends flashed before my eyes. You were so proud, and rightfully so.
The giant strides you've made in your education this year will be trumped by your growth in the years to come. It wont be long before you'll be in high school and I'm not sure I'm ready for you to grow up! I want you to be my little girl forever. I love where you're at - you're independent, but still need a good cuddle; conversant, but still get quiet when we read you a story; active, but still in need of an afternoon rest. You're a little boy crazy too, which might make your Papi cry someday.
It's been wonderful to see you embracing your own personality too. You're an interesting mix of me and Papi (a suicide-drink of genetics, let me tell you). But this year you became distinctly Sadie. It seems like the minute you learned to write your own name, you took complete ownership of yourself. You asserted yourself in so many ways: food choices (challenging, but not bad), shoe preferences (the fancier and more sparkly, the better), clothing preferences (no matching required) and even music tastes (you like House music, go figure).
I hope you continue to grow freely, as wild as the flowers in a meadow. I hope you continue to have confidence that pushes you to try new things and give them your best effort. I hope you never learn to fade in the face of fear, or to be shy because you're a girl. I hope you shatter every stereotype known to womankind and become a wonderful example for future girls to follow. I love you without borders or conditions.
The giant strides you've made in your education this year will be trumped by your growth in the years to come. It wont be long before you'll be in high school and I'm not sure I'm ready for you to grow up! I want you to be my little girl forever. I love where you're at - you're independent, but still need a good cuddle; conversant, but still get quiet when we read you a story; active, but still in need of an afternoon rest. You're a little boy crazy too, which might make your Papi cry someday.
It's been wonderful to see you embracing your own personality too. You're an interesting mix of me and Papi (a suicide-drink of genetics, let me tell you). But this year you became distinctly Sadie. It seems like the minute you learned to write your own name, you took complete ownership of yourself. You asserted yourself in so many ways: food choices (challenging, but not bad), shoe preferences (the fancier and more sparkly, the better), clothing preferences (no matching required) and even music tastes (you like House music, go figure).
I hope you continue to grow freely, as wild as the flowers in a meadow. I hope you continue to have confidence that pushes you to try new things and give them your best effort. I hope you never learn to fade in the face of fear, or to be shy because you're a girl. I hope you shatter every stereotype known to womankind and become a wonderful example for future girls to follow. I love you without borders or conditions.
Layla
Miss Nicole
Miss Jennifer
We continued the celebration at Chuck E. Cheese, followed by some girl time at our favorite place, the beach :)
