I am here to publicly apologize to my sweetest & cutest 5 year old daughter. I am almost certain that she thinks her name is, "Lily, I mean Liv." Without any complaint she answers my call – no redirection, not even an uncomfortable laugh. She has become immune to my insanity. It is no exaggeration that this happens at least 65-75% of her life. I love the name Olivia and its symbolism and meaning. Olivia is a derivative from the olive branch (which symbolizes peace). When I looked up the meaning five years ago, it said "peacemaker" – perfect for a little girl born on her Aunt Michele's birthday. I think Olivia is savvy enough to realize the intentions of my heart, but just in case…
I just want Olivia, in her future and older self, to understand how much I love her always – even when I don't like a choice she has made. That Olivia is very special to me. That Olivia is special in our family. That out of all of the moms in the whole wide world, how did i get lucky enough for Olivia to come to my family? Olivia makes her place in our home with her sweet smile and sometimes feisty personality. Olivia is a wonderful older sister as well as younger sister. I love to see Olivia walk down the lane after getting off of the bus. I love to see Olivia after she has accomplished a big task and is so proud of herself. My heart sings Olivia many songs throughout the day.
So, someday when you're the mom Olivia, I'm sure this will all mean something to you. Until then remember the words I've just written…
p.s. Don't feel too bad you are in good company – I slip up a lot on all of your siblings too, and sometimes even Dad. I just got done calling Mason, "JT".