Dear Abby,
I love that you call yogurt, yogrit. I love that you replace your l's for w's. Ella becomes Ewwa. Hello is hewwo. I've noticed in the last couple of days, you are starting to self-correct and it makes my momma heart happy and sad. I love seeing you grow, but the days seem to go by so quickly. It's amazing to think you are three and a half years old. Maybe you can consider slowing down a bit? :)
Today you walked into the kitchen and said, "Wow Daddy, I can't believe my eyes." You often start your sentences with "Good news..." or "Sad news..." Your phrases are adorable and make your Daddy and I look at each other and smile every time.
You love books more than ever. We go to the library at least once a week. The hardest part is convincing you when we have to return some books. You get kind of attached. After some hard work, we can usually come up with at least five books you don't need anymore, but then we come home with another 15! Bookworm math? You get that from me. I love how excited we both get to come home, curl up on the couch and read them all together. Two weeks ago, we went to a new library (jackpot!) and when we walked in your eyes got really big and with the most genuine expression, you exclaimed, "Oh Mommy, this is so beautiful!"
Your heart for your little sister is so sweet. You have been so passionate about planning your sister's birthday party and making sure she has all of the special things a girl needs when she turns one. Balloons, cake, presents and lots of homemade pictures from her big sister! When I walked into your room the other day, Ella had a whole lot of something in her mouth and I wasn't sure what it was. No big deal, you had just "cooked" her dinner and fed her a huge dust bunny you found in the corner. You promised that next time you would stick to play food and I promised to sweep your room a couple more times a week. Tonight, you heard me ask Daddy to check Ella's tempurature when he went in to see why she was crying. We asked you to stay in the hall, but you followed him in very seriously and whispered to Ella (though she was half asleep), "Ella, Mommy and Daddy are going to check your temperature, but you don't have to be afraid. I'm going to sing you a song...
rock a bye baby..." Ella is so blessed to have you as her sister and she knows it. Her face lights up and she squeals every time you walk into the room.
You remind us often that you want to be a Mommy with three kids (two girls and one boy). You love the pool and playing outside. Until today, you have not let anyone push you on the swings because you like to control how high you go. Today, you let loose and fell in love with being pushed high on the swings and having the wind blowing through your hair.
The weather fascinates you as much as it does your Daddy. You often open your pretend cell phone and pretend to check the weather. Daddy teaches you how to observe the clouds and you decide if you think a storm is on the way. Recently, you initiated this conversation with us in the car:
A: Who makes the weather? The weatherman?
M: Not the weatherman.
A: Then I think it is the One who protects me and is with me while I sleep. It must be Jesus! That's it Mommy. The weatherman tells us about the weather and God decides what kind of weather we are going to have.
In other news, you seem to be giving up your afternoon nap. More proof of your big girl status. An adjustment for us all, but you are loving quiet playtime while Ella is asleep when you can do some big girl activities in your room.
Words can't fully capture the wonderful little girl you are. You bring so much joy to our family. You bless each of us and help us to grow in ways we never would have imagined.
Your prayer last night melted my heart and was such a precious glimpse into your childlike faith in God.
Dear God, Thank you for the day and for my bed. Thank you for giving me a bed to sleep in and food to eat. Please protect me when I sleep tonight and help me not to go in to Mommy and Daddy's bed tonight because I really shouldn't. Ok, Heavenly Father, ok? Oh, and please help Ella to feel better. She's my sister. Thanks. In Jesus' name, Amen.
I love you sweetheart! Love, Mommy