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Dear Miss Esmé,

 

You are hidden.

 

Have you looked at your pictures lately?  I can barely see your eyes in them!  Ever since your little “hairstylist” episode (no MORE unsupervised scissors-use until you turn 21, you understand?), you’ve been hidden.  No matter what cruel and tortuous instruments I put into your hair at the start of the day.  They all just magically fall out.

 

And if that weren’t enough, you’ve begun to force me into games of hide-and-seek with you. 

 

Back when you were 4yo and still polite, you would ASK me if I would play with you – and then grumble about how I never want to do anything fun.  (Um – yes, I detest things like hide-and-seek and tag and anything that isn’t overtly educational, sad to say.  I cringe and grit my teeth.  Gotta get over this aversion to play, I know.)

 

Now, you just disappear.  I don’t have to count or anything.  I just start getting suspicious after 5 minutes of quietude (can it possibly be that long?).  I yell your name, getting frustrated and panicked at the same time.  Behind the curtains?  Nope.  Outside behind the wheelbarrow?  Nope.  Behind the bed?  Nope.  In the closet?  Nope.  There!  Squished by the heater!

 

It drives me nuts, I tell you.  Would you just answer me already instead of freaking me out?!

 

And yet it reminds me of one of your favorite scripture songs:  “Hide me under the shadow of Your wings.”

 

I try so hard to protect you, little one.  That’s why I panic when you don’t answer my call.  And yet – my wings won’t always be there for you. 

 

Know this, though.  You will ALWAYS find refuge under the shadow of  His wings.  Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm you.  Stay hidden in Jesus, baby.

 

I love you, my amazing, beautiful, clever, dilly-dallying, energized, following, grace-filled, hidden baby girl!

 

Your Mom

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Each birthday, I write a letter to my baby girl.  This year, the year of the amazing 5-year-mark, I’ll be working from A to Z.