March 25th, 2012
Happy Birthday! Are you really 3 years old? It snuck up on me this year, your birthday. You’re my baby girl! It doesn’t seem like you should have birthdays.
When Kirstyn was born, I always knew I’d have another daughter. Maybe lots of them! I treasured the moments with my firstborn girl, always, but I wasn’t as sad as now… thinking about you growing up. I might not have any more baby girls! I want you to know that I have loved every single minute of your baby and toddler years. You were a delightful, sweet, beautiful child.
You still are, and I’m still treasuring every single minute! I’m soaking them up with all the Mommy sponges I can find.
I love the way you yell, “WAHOO!!!” when you’re excited. Which is pretty much all the time.
I love the way you beg to go with me. Everywhere. I used to carry you with me everywhere when you were a baby. Daddy probably got tired of a third person on date nights, but I just loved holding you so much! I barely let you out of my sight.
I remember in particular carrying you around the D.C. Zoo when you were maybe 6 months old. You were in the Beco carrier, and I kept telling Daddy and Grammy, “I just LOVE carrying her around!” I think they just smiled and ignored me after a while.
I love how you ride up to bed on my back, and we do “Where’s Megan?” It cracks you up every single time, when we finally find you in the bathroom mirror!
I love the way you pile up a million things in bed with you. Blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, purses, books, flip-flops… all your treasures!
I love how you make up a bed for Auntie Anna on the floor next to you.
I love the way you dance to “Cowboy Song” (Glenn Miller’s “In the Mood”) and “Funky Jesus.”
I love the way you run around the kitchen table.
I love the way you crawl up in my lap, and your body still melts into mine.
I love how you plop your head down and ask me to scratch it.
I love that you still fall asleep on me.
I love watching you jump on the trampoline, your hair flying and your still-chubby (but not much) baby girl legs tucking up underneath you.
I LOVE your giggle!
I love the way you eat peas, broccoli, tomato sauce, and granola bars. And plain cereal, without milk. Just like me.
I love when you sometimes call me your “Mommy Anna,” because then I’m two of your favorite people!
I love how you tilt your head back and grin. Totally cheesy, but it works! You melt my heart every time.
I love that you adore shoes. All of them. Shoes aren’t my thing, but hey — I’m up for learning new tricks! I can’t wait to go shoe shopping with you.
I love that you share my love of coffee, and I love our morning coffee parties.
I love how you ask for the last sip!
I love watching you and Kirstyn have tea parties and play dress-up. You’ve got the perfect big sister!
I love your brave spirit. Like when you took off roller skating into the crowd spinning around you at Starland. I’m the one who got dizzy, not you… watching my tiny little girl join that huge mess of people.
I love that you love. Freely. Openly. Shy and flirtatious when the situation warrants! You are beautiful, dear heart. I love you so much it hurts. You’ll understand someday, when you look at your own daughter and realize, “She’s me, but not me.”
You’ll realize that one day, too soon, she’ll stop bringing you dandelions. She’ll go plant roots of her own. So you’ll hug and squeeze her to smothers, and beg her to choose a book for you to read aloud. So you can have one more time of soft baby girl on your lap, her hair under your chin, her heart inches from yours.
You’ll be head-over-heels in love, just like me. So you don’t mind, do you, if I sneak into your room and steal a kiss?