Oh sweet Rae Rae, Rae rita, Rae rita guabanita, Sabsy, Sabi, Sabsy Rae, Guaba, Happy 8th Birthday!
This is about a month late but here it is! Happy Birthday lil Rae Rita Guabanita! You are growing up too fast, and I just can’t handle it. You’re such a little ball of fun! You have us laughing everyday with your random comments, expressions, and funny voices.
This year you have turned into a little bookworm. You are obsessed with the Ivy and Bean series and whiz through them quicker than I can borrow them from the library. You have gotten so good at math, writing and Spanish. You love the song Space Oddity and have played it nearly every single day since you heard it (2 months ago).
You are such a special little soul and shiny bright light. You have become the most incredible big sister and Toobs runs to see you every morning. She looks up to you so much and is always wanting to be twins with her Rae Rae. You take a lot of nonsense from her and her 2 yr old bully ways, and you manage to turn it all into fun without getting mad. You tend to do this with all things in life and I hope you always continue.
You don’t want to get older, and I dont want you to get any older- wahhh. The years keep passing so quickly and I just want to go back and do it all over. Every night before bed you ask me a gazillion questions (which now Sophie and I made you narrow down to 10 but you still somehow slip in about 20 by the time i leave). These questions are things like:
- Promise you’ll never die, I’ll never die, Sophie will never die, Dada will never die and Toobs will never die (i have tried to get you to consolidate this to “all of use” but you insist on listing each of us out)
- Promise you’ll live forever, I’ll live forever, Toobs will live forever, Dada will live forever, and Sissy will live forever. (bit repetitive don’t u think)
- Promise Hitler won’t come and I dont have a prosthetic leg or finger and I dont fall off of El Cap.
- Promise when you come to check on my you’re my real mom and Dada is my real dad.
- Promise there’s no hurricanes, or Tsunamis, or earthquakes, or floods.
- Promise there’s no creepy girl hiding in the shower.
- Promise i’ll stay little and never leave you to go to college and you’ll never send me away (you watched a show where the kids left their parents to go to college and you cried your eyes out. You couldn’t even talk about this show without crying for about a week).
- Promise I’ll never move out or go to camp and not see you.
- Promise there’s no guy at the window and no one takes me in the middle of the night.
- Promise the government’s not evil and no bombs will come.
Oh Rae Rae, every single night you ask these and more and i have to promise and i mentally cross my toes b/c some of these things I can’t promise but wish with all my might that I could. I wish I could make this world as beautiful and pure as you. I wish this world was full of you 3 girls and your shining, loving personalities.
After my promises I have to kiss you 48 times (because according to you that is the perfect even number- we started at 2), then tickle your back, watch a quick fail or hiho kids, tell you a story about when i was a girl, and then answer about 5 more straggler questions before I shut the door. This is the process for bed time and no matter how exhausted I am I wouldn’t change it for anything.
You are more like me as a kid than you even know. I secretly had this list of questions, even numbers, and never leaving a snack on it’s own if there were only 2 left. You have even started to happy cry, and cry at movies, commercials, books, etc. You have this hilarious, tough little personality and behind that you have this extremely sensitive and caring soul. You are perfect. I love you and wish you the greatest 8th year of life! We are about to head on another adventure and I cant wait to explore with you.
Keep being you. Shining your light on this world. Loving your sisters and family fiercely. I am so proud of you and love you with everything i have. xoxoxo