Monday, April 12, 2010

"Now that I'm FIVE….

...I need to take my training wheels off"
...I should be in school"
...I can pour my own milk"
…I can wear a regular seatbelt"
…I can roller skate"
...I can put my own clip in my hair"
…I can swing…I'm FIVE, why isn't it working!?"
...I can enter the password by myself"
…I can go to horse camp…I need cowgirl boots mom"
...I need a real backpack"
…I need a new bed…do u think mine is long enough?"
...I can reach stuff"
…I need a two wheeler scooter, the fast ones"
…I can play on a baseball and soccerball team"
…I can move up to the five year old class"
...I need five year old clothes...what size do five year olds wear?"

Nevaeh Jane Abdulla turned FIVE on March 27th, and in the past two weeks I have heard all of the above and a gazillion more I have forgotten. This girl is stoked to be FIVE. She has changed so much in the past year, from a shy and quiet introverted lil preschooler into an active FIVE year old, real life kid, who will hug anyone who looks nice and rarely stops talking EVER!

She already has a list of things she wants to accomplish in life,
that is getting increasing longer as I type this.
She wants to be a veterinarian, a cowgirl, a painter, a really good artist, walk dogs, own a horse and a unicorn, go to horse camp, build houses, ride a bird, go for a hay ride, be a farmer, be a princess, fix things, work at the zoo, work at taco bell, work at the dog pound, train a puppy, work with Shamu, act in movies, build a snowman, change a babies diaper, play guitar on stage, sing, drive a car, be a ballerina, ride in a boat, a train, a plane, a helicopter, a hot air balloon, and a dog sled, go to school, read, go on a water slide, sew stuff, fix computers, paint our own house, sleep in mommy and daddy's bed, pet a lion, be a mommy, cut her hair, never wear jeans again, and she asks every single day for a dog.

She is brave where she was once so fearful, she is strong where she was once weak, she succeeds where she once failed, she is constantly discovering new things and is completely fascinated by each one. She is a volcano of questions every time we leave the house.

A week before her birthday, as we were saying our night time prayers, Nevaeh told Al that she wanted to pray to ask Jesus to be her Shepherd and her King. It was so precious. As I was saying goodnight and reminding her of the party in heaven that Daddy told her about she began to cry. When I asked her what was wrong she said,
"I dont know... you know how some people cry even when they're not sad, like when they're happy about stuff?"
"Yes" i said, "what are you happy crying about?"
She answered, "You know just about Jesus and stuff"

She's amazing…more than any mama could ask for.
Happy Birthday Goose.

9 comments:

The Montgomerys said...

I'm crying. That was beautiful, just beautiful. Especially the part about asking Jesus to be her sheperd. I love it! You daughter is beautiful, and has a heart for the Lord!!! Happy, Happy birthday to Nevaeh!!! Love you you all <3
love,
mon :)

sarajeancooksey said...

thank you for making my day! that is the best thing I have read, ever. I was cracking up and crying at the same time. the happy crying though ;)

Al said...

My Heart is overwhelmed by hearing that my sweet Grand daughter is growing up just like her dad did. When Al was 5 he became another person. Like Father like daughter! I love you Nevaeh!
Love Bapa

hannahverschie said...

this is so absolutely wonderful! i miss you guys so much!!

Corynne Escalante said...

this is so wonderful.

Abraham and Danielle said...

Oh my gosh!!! That was the most amazing thing I've ever read....really! It just tore my heart out....eeek! I've been praying that this would happen.....Yay!!! I miss you guys.....and Happy Birthday again to the little angel! Love, Danielle

Maggie said...

Gave me chills! Love you Eah!

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