Three very short years ago on October 14th, 2006 at 12:29 am (just 30 minutes after your due date), you made us a family.
Two years ago, you were learning how to walk, only had one tooth, had a few words and were a cuddly little girl.
One year ago, we brought your sister home from the hospital on your birthday. You were as sweet to her then as you are now. You were still my baby then.
You continue to amaze me and crack us up, most often at the same time. We love it. Every day is a new day with you.
For the past several weeks, every morning, you ask if today is your birthday. We were so excited to tell you that today is finally the day. You’ve been waiting for this day for so long. The first birthday that you really understand. The first birthday where you know you are adding another year on to your age. You are finally THREE!
You are sweet and caring yet demanding and fire-y. You are the definition of sugar and spice.
You are so thoughtful and considerate. At your birthday party, when I gave you the first piece of cake, you immediately went and gave it to somebody else. In fact, you made sure that everybody else had cake before you. I get all teary-eyed just thinking about it. We hope that you always remember to be the selfless little girl that you are.
You are growing up so much it just amazes me. You played an entire game of Candyland with mommy and daddy last night. You never got frustrated or upset. You followed the rules and asked questions when you didn’t understand. We hope that you are always the inquisitive little girl that you are. Never stop asking questions. Never stop making observations. Never give up that sass.
At three years old, the sky is really the limit. There is nothing you can’t do when you try (even when you tell me “I can’t try!”).
We know when we look back on this year on your fourth birthday, we will be even more amazed at all you are capable of and all you have done.
We love you, sweet #1.