Ayla(Eye-la) 4/26/01
Ayla Noelle Picone...today you turned 8 years old! Your gentle, tender spirit has lit up my life everyday since the very first time I had the privilege of holding you in my arms. Every day there after, my heart has been melted by....
- Your soft whispers of "Mommy"
- The love and appreciation you show me with your adorable handwritten notes of gratitude
- The priceless pieces of art that you often create for me, especially the finger painted ones cleverly disguised on simple paper plates
- Your grace and natural charm
- The way in which you have effortlessly managed to win the hearts of every boy in your class since kinder-garden
- Your infectious warm giggles
- Your knack for handpicking the most colorful flowers from our garden and surprising me with them in the most fun and precious way
- The kind and nurturing soul you are as you lovingly tuck your little sister under your covers and share your blankets with her even though she kicks like a racehorse all through the night
- Your willingness to always share the last of your Halloween candy, even when it may be your very favorite kind
- Your wild curiosity about Mommy's work and your heartfelt desire to someday learn to listen and play with the Angels just as I am blessed to do
- The way your wise old soul mourns for the grief of others, and seeks answers to questions much deeper than what most children your age would ever be aware of
- Your fascination with the world and the mysteries of life and love
- The way you grasp my hand and hold it tightly when you know I could use some of your extra special affection or one of our never-ending hugs
- Your sweet table manners, and the way you so eagerly aim to please
- The little earth angel, tree hugging hippie child you are, without even trying to be
- Your sensitivity and depth
- Your appreciation for fashion and unique personal style
- The amusing way you lay out your outfit for school every night before bed and carefully pick each layer of clothing as if you were going to be strutting your stuff down a professional runway
- The care and attention you give to securing the perfect side ponytail
- and your ability to find a matching bow for all of your other thoughtfully planned hairstyles
- The cute nickname of "Shiloh" that you recently gave yourself because you often feel "shy"
- The way in which your Spirit mirrors mine, and helps me to remember the intrigue of being a little girl in a vast and starry universe
- Your devotion to our family, and the selfless ways in which you offer love and support to everyone in it
- Your sleepy eyed routine of shuffling around in your cozy pink robe printed with big French Poodles and your furry slipper boots...even in the heat of the summer
- Your girly,fun,tenderhearted, one-of-a-kind way of just being...
You.
In love and appreciation for all that you are and the divine potential of who I know you are destined to be,
~Mommy <3
P.S. Coldplay's Yellow...is a song that I listened to religiously while you were still floating in my womb. I still feel this sweet song belongs to you!
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