My dear big little girl,
How confusing you are! So, so big yet so young. You’re wearing clothes your sister wore when she was walking and talking, while you are just mastering sitting up.
How we adore you, all of us. I can’t take your photos without your siblings circling in to be a part. Daddy can’t walk through the room without holding you (partially because you become debated if he doesn’t. You are all eyes for your father, and cheese for me when he’s holding you.
Owl noises, authentic owl noises are your favorite, and the easiest way to get a mild chuckle from you. Your life is like an engine that won’t start, no matter how much we tickle, you’re so mild mannered you can’t be bothered to belly laugh.
You love the outdoors, our dog Snow, and being surrounded by noise (a preference I’m sure enforced by being the fourth child). You’re just discovering food, with a solid preference for a more carnivorous diet, although you were quite pleased with sweet potatoes.
I’m writing this now while you sleep in my arms. I think your tummy is bothering you—or another tooth has decided to surprise us, or perhaps its allergies. I hope you get to experience the joy that it is to worry about someone like this. An odd sentiment that is perhaps my attempt to be poetic.
You’re growing so fast, I hope I can keep up to treasure it all.
All my love,
Mama
