|A letter to my daughter on her 3rd birthday.|
|Written by OHmommy|
|Tuesday, 23 February 2010 00:00|
Tomorrow you turn three years old and not a day passes by without me whispering in your ear, "You are the best girl ever, ever." Although it sounds elitist, it's blissfully true. I fall more in love with you each day. "What's so funny, Mama?" You look into my eyes each morning. "Nothing, girlfriend." Not satisfied you place your chubby fingers on my cheeks and force my head your direction only to ask, "Why you laughing? Nah-fing funny. Stop shmywing. Chocolate milk, please." I hear those words over and over again each morning and can't imagine another way in the world I would like to wake up. It's poetry. "Why you laughing? Nah-fing funny. Stop shmywing. Chocolate milk, please."
I smile because I am in love with you, dearest daughter. You make my heart laugh out loud.
No other child on this great green earth has ever called Sesame Street's Big Bird a "chicken wing." I'm almost positive you coined that. Your brother and sister could not finish watching the play at the theatre without howling in laughter each time the big yellow "chicken wing" stepped on stage. You make us laugh because everything you experience is so not age appropriate. Instead of PBS TV you watch Sponge Bob Square Pants. I'm so sorry. I am equally as sorry for dragging you, my third child, on errands throughout the day filled with randomness instead of afternoons filled with play-doh and paint. But I'm proud to say you know the difference between polyester and pure cotton. You may not know how to use sizzors, like the rest of your preschool class, but by golly you can open your arms up to the biggest hugs in the world. You are amazing. Everyone that stumbles across your path confirms what I believe. Your love completes us.
You love.... unicorns, dolphins, sea-horses, puppies, sharks, dinosaurs, kittens, sting-rays, ponies, swimsuits, leotards, tu-tus, reptiles and bugs. And if you so desire to be "a swim suit girl" like you've mentioned on a number of occasions, than so be it. May you hold onto you glorious imagination and incredible tu-tu dances for the rest of your life. I will always be there watching you my sweet sweet incredibly sweet baby girl...
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