When I found out I was pregnant with Hudson, one of my many irrational concerns was that Anna was going to be the middle child. You see, this is a real concern for me, I am a middle child. You look up "The Perfect Kid" in the dictionary (or wikipedia for the people that don't know what a dictionary is..I'm talking to you Tatum) and you will find my older sister's straight A, beta club, dance team captain, prom queen picture there. My younger sister, with her beautiful blond hair and blue eyes could charm a snake. She had this beauty, this innocence, this heart. The kind where you wanted to just take of her..and love her. She was the kind of person where you wanted to take her out of any situation and run away with her if you thought she was about to be hurt. By the age of 6, she was winning dance competitions that won her scholarships to the best dance schools in the US. Both were loaded with talent..I... was not. I'm your typical middle child longing for attention and I worried, agonized over the fact that Anna would be the middle. Just there..nothing special..just there. (can you hear my inner Jan Brady coming out?)
Well, we're 18 months out of Anna being forced to be the middle child. I can tell you..she is not just there. She is the energy of our family. She is the one that wants and loves hugs. She is the one that you brew a pot of coffee at 4:00pm just to keep up with (I kid you not, I did this on Friday) for the rest of the day. She is the one that reminds you of the things you miss from the people who are not here anymore. She has the innocent and the heart of my little sister Haley. She has the competitiveness and the spark (and the ability to run) from Billy's sister Deanna. She has the love of all things pink, gaudy, shiny and sparkly from my aunt Midge.
So..to my beautiful, smart, talented, competitive ball of energy. Happy 7th Birthday. Our lives are better because we get to see you everyday.
Congratulations on 5 years of dance!!!
Congratulations on finishing up another year of softball as pitcher! PS..While I hate tears on the softball field. When you cry, when you get out, it makes me proud that you care that much.
Congratulations for always being first on the bus... (and this is without coffee folks)
Congratulations for being so smart that you "help" the bus driver do her job on a daily basis..
Congratulations for getting A honor roll all year..AND getting a medal for it and a medal for reading.
Congratulations for being the smartest, ever fashionable, sassiest, prissiest, sparkliest, fastest, sweetest, strongest, prettiest, cupcake and sprinkles lovingest (it's a word, pull out that dictionary. don't. really. it's not a word, i just made it up), caringest, happiest, little 7 year old girl I know.
Seriously..can I have those arms? Deanna used to call my arms "fake arms" because they didn't look real. I can tell you, they look real now..so we'll move onto fawning over Anna's "fake arms (and legs too)".
(how do you like those sliding shorts under her dress? that is so she can sit indian style in her dresses! ha! she did that without me even knowing she was wearing them.)
Happy Birthday to my sweet middle child. Keep on making your wishes...
and may they all come true!
I love you sweet girl!!
