Willa turns four tomorrow. My petite little pixie, who has marched to the beat of her own drum since she was nine days late to her birth, is turning four. The mind reels.
Willa is in that blissful stage where she says exactly what’s in her mind, filter not included. Which is why she informed me the other day that, “I won’t miss you when I go to Grampaw’s house. I just really like my aunts better than you.”
She loves playing with Little People, making up stories and telling them to herself. And when she doesn’t have any toys in her hand, she’ll just tell stories with her fingers. I can’t wait until the day she learns to type and I teach her the meaning of the word “blog.”
She and Ellen have been sharing a bed but Ellen finally asked to sleep on the floor. “Willa keeps me up at night,” she said. And when I’ve gone to check on them, it’s true. Willa will be splayed in the middle of the bed, using all of her tiny frame to take up space and push Ellen off.
Fortunately, they can bond over nail polish and tea parties without having to share a bed.
Then there’s the special way she loves her sister Mira. I call them the “Twinkles.” Close enough in age to act like twins most of the time. They fight hard, they love hard, they play hard, they laugh hard. They are completely lost without each other. I can’t let them be apart for long, they will devolve into tears. And that is the way it should be.
Willa still sucks her two fingers and pinches any available skin she can find. When life gets overwhelming to her little self, I’ll find her in a chair busily sucking her fingers, her blue eyes observing the room cautiously.
She is a cautious little creature: scared of dogs, scared of vacuum cleaners, scared of loud toilets. But she’s fiercely independent. Whatever it is to be done, she’ll do it “myseff.”
And I’m pretty certain, “myseff” will do whatever she puts her mind to just fine.
Welcome to Four, Noodle. We love you!
*Pictures courtesy of Southern Rose Photography