Three

I can't believe you are three-years old, not three, but three-years old according to you.

I can't believe that you have been with us for a mere 16 months. It feels like you have always been with us.

I love it when you decide to run around nekkid and call yourself a nekkid nunu.

I love it that you have to shake your bootie and say Nah-nah, nah-nah, boo-boo almost every time your pull-up comes off.

I love how your skin feels, it is so super super soft and it just makes me melt.

I love to feel the weight of your body when you are sitting on my lap, and how squish-able and huggable you are.

It is so comforting how we just fit together, mommy and daughter.

I love the smell of your hair after your bath, and anytime really.

I love how you love your bath time and any time you can play with water.

I love your crescent moon smile and your sweet giggle.

I love how you can make yourself laugh and just giggle for the sake of giggling.

I love that your energy comes pouring through every ounce of you from the time you get up until you go to bed.

I love the silkiness of your hair and your cute little nose.

I love it when you kiss me goodnight through the bars on your crib and we say "I love you, Wo Ai Ni".

It is so cute when you have to have a second and third kiss, just because.

It is so adorable how you can play pretend with anything from your hands, to your socks, to the noodles in your soup.

I love how you can ask "What's that?" about a million different things. Somehow I don't tire of answering.

I love how when someone say's their sorry, you say "That's okay".

Or when someone says "Ouch!", you say "I'm Sorry" even if you didn't do anything.

I love how you are the most empathetic three-year old I know.

You do not like to see others hurting or in pain.

It drives me crazy how you cannot stand one little bit of mess on your face or hands. Forget it when your nose is running, you go nuts.

But when you eat ice cream, somehow the feel of the mess on your face just disappears!

I am sad when you are just sad or wake up sad from a nap. I do love it when you want me to hold you and your blankie.

I love how you call Katelyn, "Tatewyn". Or sometimes you just call her sistor.

Your most hilarious question lately is, "Can I lick you?" Ummm, no.

I love that you bring so much joy into every day, making an otherwise dreary day a bright one.

I love that you cannot stand socks or shoes, and that they come off as soon as you walk in the door or at any other opportunity.

I love how you adjust your glasses so that they are just right, and sometimes you peer over them.

I love how you yell for me to come and get you out of bed in the mornings or after your nap.

I love how you rub the silkie part of your blankie between your toes and your fingers.

I love how if we call you a nickname, you say, "No, I'm Mei-ah, Mei-ah!".

I sometimes wish I could just keep you this age forever, but yet I love the privilege of watching you grow.

I love every ounce of you, and I cannot believe how lucky I am that God let me be your Ma-ma.

Happy Birthday, dear daughter!