Happy birthday, baby! You are such a delight to me and I am so happy for you that it's finally your special day. Even though a not-so-small part of me is heartsick over you growing! What a big year it's been for you!
You potty trained in your own specific M way. Stubborn until you were ready and then full speed ahead, no looking back. You, my child who still is such an early bird and who exclaims "I hate rest-es" every day at about 12:30, crack me up. I hope I never forget the satisfaction of watching you sleep. Someday kid, you'll figure out what you're missing. Until then we'll keep sending you back to bed at 4:30 AM.
You love so many things. Llama Llama, Pete the Cat, coloring, crafts, Vamperina, Minnie and Daisy, Panda Bears and Cats. There was no surefire birthday theme this year, though I am glad we went with cats. You love them. You are so happy go lucky and you like so much. You still can't decide what to be for Halloween and I am going to be just as surprised as you!
This year you got to take swim lessons by yourself and once you stopped following the example of Oliver, you were a pretty good listener. Your personality is such that if you see someone doing something interesting, you want to do that too, even if it's not in your best interest. Then you learned to swim! And my heart burst with joy. And you do have good listening ears most of the time really.
You also started school and not for one minute have you been nervous or homesick or anything even remotely related to not loving every second. I hope you continue to grow and make friends because it's a real joy to watch. You are so bubbly and friendly. You ALSO started soccer this year. Your first team sport and honestly it was adorable. You understand the game pretty well but we still need to work on your aggression but I love that your sweet self shines through.
My favorite thing right now is how you love me. You, my girl, love me so well. One day you aren't going to call me "Mama" anymore and it will break my heart. You love to snuggle and hug and know where I am at every second. As much fun as you have at school you still get excited when I pick you up. When I leave the house you usually still get sad and can't let me leave without singing your song (A Bushel and A Peck) and several hugs and kisses. Luckily for my heart, you have stopped the sobbing and clinging when I leave thing--that was rough on both of us I think.
I adore getting pictures art and love notes from you.
It amazes me how well you can write, because not to compare but it's wildly different than your brother. And speaking of him, I love watching the two of you. I hope and pray you always are friends. This past year you have really started standing up for yourself and not being a pushover to your brother. It has not come without some tears but honestly, you're still best friends and you actually like a lot of similar things.
And now you are four. Which seems so big to me. I love you more than I can explain and I will forever be thankful that you are mine. May Saint Pope John Paul II intercede for you this year and always.
Happy birthday,
Mom



















