I should start by telling you that I have no words to express how incredibly proud I am of you and how amazed I am by you on a daily basis. Watching you grow is watching a miracle in progress, and it humbles me.
If only I could say that you are your best, most sweet self at all times. Growing from two to three is a challenge; you have learned with so much more skill how to tell me what you want, you have learned to do so many things on your own, and you have pushed every boundary presented to you. You’re a nice, normal toddler. You drive me totally crazy. I couldn’t possibly love you more.
I have been so impressed in watching you grow through your first preschool experience. I can see you gaining more confidence in large groups of kids. I was so thrilled to see you at the children’s museum or the aquarium, not intimidated by the crowds, just plowing ahead to what you wanted to see or do. My shy girl has a bit more to learn in this arena, but you have already begun to understand that you have every right to be there, right in the middle of things. I love it when you come home with a song or a story that I didn’t teach you. I love to see you light up when you talk about your projects. And, let’s be honest, I love it when you run into my arms at the end of the day. I’m so glad that I’m still one of your favorite people. You’ll always be one of mine.
This next year is going to be a challenging one for you. We’re getting ready to move halfway across the country. We won’t get to see your wonderful grandparents and extended family with quite the same frequency. You’ll start a new school. Make new friends. Finally face forward in your car seat. There will be good times and bad times. We will frustrate each other. But I know that you will continue to grow into the smart, funny, sweet, emphatic girl and woman that you’re meant to be.
Thank you for being my daughter. Thank you for teaching me to take a deep breath and count to 10 instead of yelling over spilled pee. Thank you for giving me the chance to show you how to pick ripe strawberries from our plants.
Thank you for helping me water those same strawberries (and your feet) with your tiny blue watering can. Thank you for sharing your imagination with me. The world you see is often much more interesting than my adult world. Thank you for sweet hugs and kisses and saying, “I love you.”
All my love always,