My sweet cherub. I can still feel the way you felt in my arms. All curly and sweet- sensitive and pretty from the very start. I was so thrilled to have you, my girl.
We loved mucking around outside! Every afternoon after your daddy left for work we would walk to the park in the green wagon. We would look at the trees, swing on the swings, talk to the birds, and climb on the big rocks.
You've always been creative and artistic. Lucky you were born in a family that took puddle splash walks every spring, believed in licking the beaters, and thought that learning how to waterpaint by one and a half was a reasonable thing to do.
My curly, twirly girlie.
You're not three any more. You're just as precious, charming, fascinating, and special to me as you were in that little kitty cat dress.
You'll always have a safe place to call home, and I'll always do my best to understand you.
You'll keep changing, and that's the way it's meant to be.
I love you.