Hello Poet,
You've made the last two years full + round. You are amazing. You're SUPER funny. You're good-natured. You are loved. You are the sweetest little third-born there is. AND I AM SO HAPPY WE HAD YOU. That we have you here. My heart is full and our home is loud and chaotic, but your light shines. You are loud like your biggest sister and kind like your other sister. You are fiercely independent and just can't wait to catch up to the others. You cuddle. You snuggle. You sing and you play quietly by yourself, too. You love us and my baby we LOVE, LOVE, LOVE you.
You own the phrase - "I do it!" And, little one, YOU DO IT. You can dress yourself and use the potty and you are in no way a baby anymore...
But, oh Love you will always be my baby.
Love you,
Mama
Today: celebrations and party preparations! When I asked her what she wanted on her birthday cake - she said "CAKE". So let her have cake! Happy second birthday, Poet!
GO!
