You came like a storm, impatient to reach the coast. You wanted us to know you would shake our world with strong waves and violent change. But once you arrived and the quickest three hours of our lives had passed, you nestled into my chest and slept.
Your strong winds and rapids cleared new paths for us to explore, and you slowly grew in ferocity and love- your passion only rivaled by your sister.
As we watch you grow into a more independent young lady, I am less inclined to call you a baby… but you will forever remain mine. No, sweet Camille, you are not a baby, but a force. You are a grounded dramatic, hip popping, death-grip hugging force.
I could not be more proud to be your mother. To be honored with the gift that is raising and guiding you. And to know a grace as enormous as your own.
Today we travel over 300 miles through the traffic of New York and Connecticut, eating what we’ve packed in plastic containers in the cooler. We won’t be fancy, our yearly pictures will be delayed. Your sister has taken much of the spotlight these past few months… but you have stepped aside to share it. Not to let her outshine your own light, but to be her equal, her champion.
You are grace.
You are beauty and laughter and clumsy AF. And every minute of it is a blessing.
Happy 3rd birthday to you little spitfire! We love you, Camille Thea. Always + Forever.