Maui, I kinda hope you never stop calling me mama. I hope that you never stop wanting to hold my hand. I kinda hope that you never stop claiming that snuggling with me is one of your favorite parts of the day. I kinda hope that you never stop trying to get me to let you create a new club or fundraiser idea. I hope you never lose that giver's heart.
Brylynn, I kinda hope that you never lose how matter of fact you are about everything. I kinda hope that you mispronounce oatmeal (oapmeal), pancakes (panacakes), and medicine (medisuline) forever. I hope that you never lose how expressive your face is because it cracks me up even at times it shouldn't. "I just need a hug" is something I kinda hope you never stop telling me
Aspen, I kinda hope that you never stop putting your little finger to the side of your mouth when you're contemplating things. I kinda hope that you never stop convincing me with your head shakes when you're telling me something. I hope that you never stop singing with your arms wide open and dancing through a room like you're on stage.
Afton, I kinda hope that you never stop asking "what's that?" as you point to things. I kinda hope you never stop asking me "where we going mom?" though I've told you a dozen times every time we get into the car. I kinda hope you never lose that look that is beyond serious and how animated you are with your hands as you're telling me something whether I understand it or not.
I kinda hope Aspen and Afton, that you never stop saying "hold you me" so I can never stop saying "hold me you."
I kinda hope that the four of you never stop howling together. Though the high pitched sound of the four of you going "aaa-owwwww" together can be a bit much, it's something that means something to you as sisters. I hope you never outgrow playing "in the twins' room" because the giggles that come from there are by far one of the best sounds I hear in a day.
I kinda hope that you each continue to want me to rock you and sing to you each night. I kinda hope you never stop telling me your favorite parts of your day. I hope we never stop saying "our I'll's" and praying together every night.
Selfishly, I kinda hope you never grow up. I know one day you'll outgrow a lot of this; words will become clearer, I'll become just mom instead of mama or mommy and just like you'll outgrow your princess dresses, you'll outgrow some of my favorite things. Those are the things written on my mama heart. It's the sweet sound of your little feet running down the hallway. It's the sound of hearing "mama's home" with squeals of delight as you come running toward me. It's the trying to stay quiet giggles you have when you're trying to hide from daddy when you see him coming home.
Yes, I kinda hope some things never change because these are the things that take my breath away and make my heart fill with happiness. I kinda hope I never forget how blessed these little things make me feel.
I love you my sweet girls 💓
