Dear Daughter,

Ad,

This letter is for you.  Every day I worry that the choices I made will play a role in your future.  I also worry that if I didn't make these choices I wouldn't be able to teach you anything in life.  You are my dreamer.  I never knew that I could have this much love for someone.  I will make you a promise.  I am going to show you what life is about.  We are gonna laugh when it hurts to cry and cry because we laughed so hard. 

As I told you before I have 2 RULES:
1.  If anyone makes you cry I will make them cry.  Can you say "indian burn"?
2.  If you have to fight, punch first.  {just get one in because you may not get another chance}

You are my PRINCESS.  How did I come up with that you ask?  Let me tell you a few stories...

I coached your soccer team, Twinkle Toes.  I should have known when you had me put diamonds on the Nike swooshes and add pink ribbon shoe laces that you were not here to play soccer but to look pretty.  I still have them.  I will never forget the time I was standing on the field and I pause.  Well, more like I gave up.  All girls team.  Need I say more?  It was like life was in slow motion... one girl is crying, two have left the field to go say "hi" to their parents, one is climbing the bleachers, one is looking at the sky admiring the birds and you have just tugged my shirt and said "mom, this is making me sweat".  You never even ran you just stood there like a tree.  If you did get the ball you would give it to the other team to avoid getting ran over.  I decided to stop coaching the day I bribed you to take out number 16.  He told me my team sucked.  So really you did it for the team. 

Lets talk about t-ball {The Cardinals}& baseball {The Cubs}Sheesh.  Really?  The only way to describe this is like herding cattle.  Instead of describing each player let me tell you what I learned.  I learned that I either have tons on patience or I am just plain stupid.  WHY? WHY? WHY must you wear your glove on your face, watch the sky for planes, look at all the pretty rocks, eat dirt as you throw it in the air, bang the bat on the ground as if you were a slugger, dog pile to get the grounder, hit each other on the helmet with a bat.  Oh, and if boys put their hands down the front of their pants they were just making sure their toy was still there, if they put them in back they had to go to the bathroom and were literally holding it.  It is amazing at 5 & 6 how some parents thought that their kid was being scouted.  We had really good parents.  Most parents realized early on that when their kid ran to 3rd and not 1st that this for fun.

So, what do we have left?  Softball {The Angels}  I did not coach.  I was in the stands on this one.  The very first game you are up to bat.  They only give you 5 pitches.  1...2...3...Your coach always hit you with one pitch...5.  I think you should have taken the base or charged the mound.  Anywho, you struck out.  I just knew you were going to cry.  That is what little girls do.  Nope, you came in the dugout and SCREAMED "mom, I struck out" and you gave me a thumbs up.  You were jumping up and down with excitement.  I gave you a thumbs up and yelled "you make me proud".  You did Ad, so proud. 

Through the years I have leaned that you are a girlie girl. I personally think you get this from your father.  No offense Ron.  I mean I played sports. 

Cheer is your thing.  Dance is too.  Speaking of we used to watch Dancing With the Stars together until Amanda's wedding.  I had no idea that you picked up those moves.  Everyone was impressed but I was sweating bullets.  My life flashed forward 20 years and I did not like what I saw.  Needless to say we don't watch that anymore. 

You like to be different.  When you were in PreK-3 you were learing about A B patterns.  Wow, did you take it to the extreme.  You wore a tennis shoe and a flip flop every where we went.  A lady even stopped and asked me if I knew you had two different shoes on.  Don't worry I had your back.  She thought I was crazy when I pretended like they were the same shoe.  The look on her face was priceless.

This is what life is all about.  YOU!  Let the journey begin and the memories never end...


Love,
       Your PrOuD MoM!

P.S. please stop telling me that I need to marry a Jonas Brother.  I already told you that I will not marry anyone that looks better than me in skinny jeans.