Rachel

One-full-hand years old

September 19, 2020 by Kristin Leave a Comment

This girl is really into birthdays — hers and others. She loves a party and loves a crowd of people. So far she’s invited her entire soccer team, probably her preschool class, and the pool guy to her party. I hope she’s not disappointed tomorrow when it’s a mostly family party, thanks to the ever-changing response to the coronavirus.

Rachel has told people she’s “this many” and holds up one hand with all five fingers up. She acts like she doesn’t know that’s five, but then she will see a 5 in a book or on a sign and say that’s how old she will be on her birthday.
She has a million questions for anyone who will listen. Just the past few days: She’s asked the Kroger bagger how the virus started. I’ve explained extended family relationships several times. Her question about the purpose of a belly button led to a brief adoption conversation.

Obviously, she’s the possibly the most extroverted person in our family, only maybe behind her dad. So join me as I continue celebrating my girl with my traditional birthday letter:

Rachel,

You’re the joy our family didn’t know we needed. We wanted you before we knew about you, cared for your birth mom in every way we could while she carried you, and know joy more because of you. You make life more fun, bedtime longer than it needs to be, and any ordinary day like a party.

You love all things pink, so much so you convinced your parents and sister to paint your room pink this past spring. Nobody knew it would take four coats of bright pink to cover the mint green. You remember so many words to songs, especially from the first Frozen movie but also from whatever is on the radio. You socialize while playing soccer, going to preschool at the big kids’ school, and wherever else we go.

You love chocolate milk, jumping on the trampoline, princesses, mermaids, unicorns, and your brother and sister. For a couple of years now, you’ve proclaimed you’re going to marry our family friend Isaac, although he’s quite unsure of the future plan. Regardless of what happens with him, I have no doubt everyone you meet will be better off because you love well and fully.

We love to celebrate you — especially when you are one-full-hand years old.

Love, Momma

Four years of contagious joy

September 19, 2019 by Kristin Leave a Comment

Dear Rachel,

Our lives have been more joy-filled since you were born. You love life and everyone we meet. You give strangers hugs and adore your brother and sister. You laugh easily and, really, are the funniest kid I know.

You’ve asked almost every day since we got off the Disney cruise ship last October — almost a year ago! — to go back on the “big, big Mickey boat.” We don’t have another cruise planned (yet!), but we are going to Disney World in a few weeks. You’re going to love it! You love all things Disney, characters in costume, and whatever adventure comes your way.

You’ve given me some scares with your fearless independence. You don’t like to go to sleep at night because you’re afraid you’ll miss something, so there’s been a lot of ushering you back to bed lately.

You’re going to “school” three days a week at Mother’s Day Out and love it. Somehow you comply with naptime there, but not without talking to your friends first. You’re eager to learn and love being around your friends. Right now, you like to find Rs all around you because you know that’s how your name begins.

You’ve talked about your birthday for a long time, and we’re excited to celebrate you today and again at your rainbow unicorn party on Sunday. Truly, we like to celebrate you all the days. Plus you’ve made me appreciate rainbows and unicorns in a whole new way. (Also, you call them “un-i-corns,” which is so funny because it’s not like you can read quite yet!)

Rachel Elizabeth, your joy is contagious. I pray you continue to love life and all God has for you. I know you’re going to embrace all the adventures in front of you and probably create others along the way.

I’m forever grateful for your birth mom who chose life for you and picked me to be your momma. God knew we needed you! Happy (fourth) birthday, sweet girl!

Love, Momma

*****

In honor of my girl’s 4th birthday, I’m going to give away FOUR COPIES (!!!!) of my book, “Peace in the Process: How Adoption Built My Faith & Family.” This book released in September 2017, when Rachel turned two, so it includes some of her birth and adoption story. {ENTER TO WIN HERE or below.} I’ll randomly choose four winners on Tuesday, Sept. 24, 2019. The giveaway is open to U.S. residents only.

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1, 2, 3 … Happy birthday, Rachel!

September 19, 2018 by Kristin 18 Comments

Dear Rachel,

I want to bottle your joy and hold it close forever. You’re the friendliest kid I know, although a few weeks ago I did wish I was close enough to stop you from hugging the stranger who was smoking at the park. You’re a lover — of people, of animals, of whatever Benny and Cate are doing, and of life in general.

While we were in Guatemala in June, Grandmom took you to YaYa’s Island to play and you still talk about how it was really fun and you want to do it again. When I pick you up from school, you usually say, “I not go home yet!” and then ask, “I do it again?” Lately, when we’ve driven by the movie theater you say, “Movies really fun. I like it popcorn.”

I adore how you love life and make everything more fun.

You like to run up to Daddy when he gets home from work and say, “Tag!” and then run off so he will chase you. You’ve gotten to be a good hide-and-seek player. You swim like a fish and jump like a frog. You love the trampoline, watching “Paw Patrol” and anything with Mickey Mouse, and chewing gum.

You’ve been using new adjectives appropriately, which makes your word-lovin’ momma happy. Plus hearing you describe all the things you encounter as silly, cool, and beautiful is really sweet. You call the colors of a sunset a rainbow, which also sounds like hair bow. You use “cute” in place of “small.” And you think a declaration of liking something is reason enough to make more dessert, another piece of gum, or a drink of my Diet Dr Pepper permissible.

As cliche as it is, I can’t believe you’re three.

Your birth mom will forever be on the sweet surprises God gave me. Your life is a testament to God’s faithfulness. Your joy is balm to my soul that can too easily become jaded by this world. You, my girl, are exactly who our family didn’t know we needed.

You, my girl, are worth celebrating. In only three years, God has already used you. I have no doubt there is so much more joy, surprises, and adventures to come for you.

I love you,
Momma

*****

Feel free to look back on Rachel’s little life: One month. Two months. Three months. Four months. Five months. Six months. Seven months. Eight months. Nine months. Ten months. Eleven months. One year. Fifteen months. Eighteen months. Two years. Of course, I share more of her story, which is part of my story, in my book, “Peace in the Process: How Adoption Built My Faith & My Family.”

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