When I Say You're B e a u t i f u l...

When I say you're beautiful, I speak of g r a c e and offering l i f e.



When I say you're beautiful, I'm drawn to clasp your hand and enter your delightful world.



When I say you're beautiful, I hear your giggles and must bend down to join your play.



When I say you're beautiful, I reach out to live where you live, just to be where you are, and soak up all your wonder.



When I say you're beautiful, I see your tears, your tenderness and need and long to depend like you.



When I say you're beautiful, I want to bottle up your curiosity and live freely in the simplicity of your questions.



When I say you're beautiful, I'm stunned by your mind and the intrigue of the information it wants to gather.



When I say you're beautiful, I want to twirl and wear crowns and dress up and be seen like you.



When I say you're beautiful, I am filled by your generosity and the freedom of it's offering.



When I say you're beautiful, I want to hunker down in forts with stuffed animal "friends" and be in the moment, letting my imagination run wild.



When I say that you are beautiful, I'm saying you are f r e e. You draw me to l i g h t and l i f e at it's best. You teach me of tenderness, openness, and g r a c e.



When I say you're beautiful, I'm saying I need more of that kind of beauty. More of that kind of life. More of what your three foot plus frame teaches me of love and faith.

You are b e a u t i f u l Emma, in the truest sense of the word. Your four years of life has graced us with so much. Happy 4th Birthday!



Love,

Auntie Sue