Merry Christmas 2010 Big C

Big C, you are a joy.  You have the ability to make even the saddest person feel a bit of joy when you look at them with your big brown eyes and your big toothy smile.  I love it when you do something that frustrates your Papa, such as drop cookie crumbs all over the house, and then when he lets out his sigh you hug him and say "It's fine Papa".  How can we ever be angry with you?

I love laying in bed with you at night and "reading" you stories (Big C we are actually telling you stories) about Dora, Barbie or Jesus.  I especially loved last night holding you in my arms and telling you about Jesus' birth and why we needed Him to be born so badly.  I loved when you said "Jesus got spanked so we don't have to be spanked?"!  Hahahaha Yes, Big C, we get to spend forever and ever in the presence of a good and great God because of Jesus.  I know you don't get it all right now and I don't really know how to explain it all to you yet and that is ok.  You already understand that you are loved by the One that created you.  If you are able to remember that through all the highs and lows of your life then you will do ok.  Big C, know that you are loved by the Creator and by many, many others.

I love watching you sing and dance.  You are so much NOT like me and I love that about you.  You want to be a ballerina, you dream of the day you get to go to Aunt Kelly's dance classes in America.  You spin around this house, kicking your legs up, and your arms over your head and ask me "Is this how a ballerina dances".  I always say you are dancing beautifully while honestly, baby, I have no idea how a ballerina dances!

You want a Barbie for Christmas.  One year for my birthday my parents (your Memaw and Pop-o) gave me Barbies; I gave them away.  However, you hold the Barbie boxes in the stores like they are the most precious treasure in the entire world.  I always said that I would not get my girls Barbies but a few days ago I bought you one.  How can I deny you something that means so much to you?  I wait with anticipation for tomorrow morning when you get to open it.

We left America 11 months ago.  I thought by now you would have forgotten all those that you left who love you.  You haven't.  Daily you ask to go to Cousin "Savior's" house.  You want to play trains with him and you promise you will share.  When I say we don't have enough money right now you say "You can have my "bank bank" to buy plane tickets".  You are so sweet.  You can keep your "bank bank", I promise to get you back soon.  You miss Pop-o giving you marshmallows in the morning, you miss sitting in Memaw's lap as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear.  You miss marching with Aunt Hannah and being loved on by Aunt Elysisisisbith.  You talk about riding on your Uncle Paul's shoulders like crazy because you just aren't quite as tall when you are on Papa's shoulders.

You, my love, enjoy art.  Again, you are not much like me.  You ask me to draw you stuff and I have no idea where to begin.  So you just do it yourself.  You have been drawing circles since before you were two and now you are drawing triangles and squares and people and trees.  You never cease to amaze me.  

You talk in two languages fluently and you speak bits of Spanish and Javanese as well.  You go between them with ease and you can even translate.  You know who to speak "glish" to and who to speak "nesia" to.  You talk all the time.  If no one is close or paying attention to you, you just talk to yourself.  I honestly think that you are never quiet.  Something is always coming out of your mouth!  Usually it is some song that you are making up as you go.

You are smart, you are beautiful, you love people, you love to smile.  You, Big C, are our Lala, our joy, our daughter.  

Merry Christmas, 2010

Love,
Your Mama K and Papa D