Three. Three years old.
I can hardly believe it. Yet some days I swear you're thirteen. You are 35 lbs of sheer sassiness and smiles. You have mad accessorizing skills... You and Little Cat are still the best of friends (you think so anyways). You love singing anything and everything. And you are potty-training like a champ (well, at least when chocolate is involved).
You have such a gentle heart. Your genuine concern and tenderness for others is such a testament to your sweet spirit. If you see a baby crying, or see mommy or daddy stub their toe, you are instantly concerned about our well-being. You offer band-aids and kisses at the drop of a hat. The way you selflessly love others challenges me to do the same.
My heart melts when I hear you say, "I put chapstick on like mommy does..." or "I put boots on like mommy does..." or "I eat soup like mommy does..." Because I know there will likely come a day when you won't want to do everything "like mommy does," so I savor these sweet moments of adoration.
You have become quite the chatterbox... you are constantly telling stories, singing songs, or bossing Little Cat around. You can recite several of your favorite bedtime stories by heart, and you are quick to grab your imaginary microphone to sing Let it Go.
Your sweet eyes are as dark as midnight and can stare into the deepest parts of my soul. I love watching you observe your surroundings... you soak it all up... capturing every little thing.
Your giggle is infectious and your smile lights up the room. My favorite is the way you wrinkle up your tiny nose when you laugh. You make the silliest faces and know exactly what to do to keep mommy and daddy cracking up.
Happy birthday baby girl. You have my heart.
always & forever,