June 1st… better late than never.
My baby you are three today.
I love your laugh and the way you make each one of us in this family laugh.
You love to draw with markers, especially on yourself.
You are always dancing ballerina style and humming along to your dance.
You love shoes, mine in particular.
You love to create messes but through this I see you come alive with a fire to treasure and discover the beautiful world surrounding you.
My heart melts the way you greet me each morning with all smiles and hugs. You are so beautiful.
You are exceptional at verbally expressing when you are truly angry about something.
I would love to see the world through your eyes where you have no judgment and where you marvel at life's little gifts.
You remind me each day to look, listen, touch, and smell the world around me.
You are persistent and determined. These qualities have created for some long, intense tantrums. But these are good characteristics and I pray that the world will never steal this drive from you. I pray that you follow your dreams allowing failure to strengthen and stretch you, instead of allowing it to rob you from growing.
It is my privilege to be your mother. I am so blessed you were given to me and that I’m the one that gets to watch you grow and mature. I pray that this bond as mother and daughter would only grow stronger with each passing day. Thank you for reminding me to laugh and that a good piece of chocolate/cookie/cake can solve just about anything.
I am excited to see what I will learn from you with each passing year. Let the good times roll.
I love you!
-Mama
