High-5, Honeybee

Today, Honeybee turns five.

She was born on October 15, 2009, at 8:16 PM. She had a mop of dark hair, a round head, and fiercely clenching fists.

In all honesty, she resembled an adorably angry heirloom tomato - all reddish-purple and ready to burst.

But then, she wrapped her tiny hand around my arm and rested her head there, and in the midst of the nurses and the doctor and the bright, glaring lights, she settled.

Fight replaced with the solid, serious weight of trust. And I was in love, even before I got a good look at her. Even before I found out she was a girl.

Fast forward five years, and here I am, trying to sort through my thoughts. 

I look at Honeybee, with her thin body and lanky legs, her blonde hair and hazel-green eyes, her tinderbox temper and snuggle-bug charm, and I don't know what to do with myself.

I want to hold her in my lap indefinitely, but the world inches closer.

With it's questions and adventures, horrors and beauty - one day, she'll see it for what it is: a place worth exploring.

And with more than a little pride, I can see that she'll be ready.

With her tender heart and steely spine, someday, she'll be a fine explorer.

Someday.

But today, she's only just five, and she doesn't seem that different than yesterday. Or the day before that, or the day before that.

Four, five, or years beyond my mothering grasp, she'll always be my sweet Honeybee.

And I will always be here for her, a place to settle and rest. Her mother.

Happy birthday, Little Tiny.