October has always been my favorite. I think it is thirty-one days of pure perfection. Pumpkins and changing leaves. Crisp blue skies and even crisper apples. Football season and sweater weather. Sugar and spice and dressing up for Halloween. I revel in it.
I'm sure that's why Heavenly Father made sure to send me my first child and make me a mother in October. Now I can never get through General Conference weekend (the first weekend in October) without thinking of how Daddy and I went up Provo Canyon between sessions, less than a week before your birth, to see all of the fall colors and how ready I was to meet you.
And today you're turning TEN. Ten whole years! I can hardly believe where all the time has gone. You are growing up into such a wonderful young lady. You have been such a wonderful helper to me in the last few months, and I am so thankful to have you. You love to wake up early on Saturday mornings and surprise me by cleaning up the playroom (which by Saturday usually looks like the aftermath of a hurricane) or making a hot breakfast for the family. You are a wonderful big sister, and you especially love to get Sophia ready. You usually choose some uber stylish outfit and do her hair in some funky way, and she loves the attention she gets and you love the practice designing outfits and hairstyles. You also love to experiment on yourself and you just get better and better at doing your hair. I don't know any ten year old girls who can do their hair in an updo like you can!
In fact, that is such your favorite thing to do, that for your birthday you're getting your very own sewing machine from Mamah and Grandpa. From us, you're getting a fashion design kit and some fabric. Also, you're getting your Halloween costume. That may sound funny to some other people, but you are a kid who takes Halloween very, very seriously. Back in July you had your costume designed and wanted me to whip it up off of your design. Unfortunately, I am not that talented in the sewing department and I need to have a pattern. So, last week we headed to the fabric store and looked in all of the pattern books for something close to the design you had in your head. We found something, but it required a LOT of yardage. After watching them cut out almost 18 yards of fabric, and then seeing the price, you apologized for having it cost so much. I was happy to do it, because I know how important it is to you (I just hope I can get it done and that it will actually look good!) but I told you it could count as part of your birthday present. And you were very happy about that.
I talk about your musical skill all the time, but I am very proud of your talent. You just started the youth orchestra in town this year. After the first rehearsal, you were a little worried that you weren't quite ready for it, because sight reading is not your strength. But even so, at dinner that night, when we talked about our highlights for the day you said, "I don't know why I'm even saying this, but orchestra was my highlight." As much as you complain about practicing and tell me you can't wait to quit the violin, I know that it isn't really true. You love it. I know this because every time you write something about yourself in school, you write about how you love music and how you play the violin. It's a part of you.
I'm so happy that you're my daughter, Bria! Even though we're moving closer and closer to the teenage years, and sometimes the sass shows through, I'm loving every minute of being your mother.