Little girl I adore you.
I love putting puzzles together with you, watching you grow and change. I was so proud this morning, at the way you whipped the picture together, looking at the box for reference. Your problem solving skills are amazing. Truly.
I love that you ask us to sing to you at bedtime, and want one of us to cuddle with you afterwards for a bit. Sure, it may be a stalling tactic, but I see it as a call for affection and extra attention as well.
For 2 1/2 years it was just you, papa, and me. Adding another little human in the mix has forever changed us. Altered the way things used to be. My attention is now spread thinner, and I often have to focus on the litte guy who calls to me for sustinance and comfort.
But I find that my heart has only grown. Isn't that an amazing thing? You, little girl, will always be my eldest. And I think you'll always go to the beat of your own drum.
You're uniquely special, you're you. You with your mismatched clothes that you insistantly put on yourself. With your crazy love of fruits and vegetables. (We're chewing on apples right now as you sit in my lap). You with your insatiable love of books, of dancing, of people. You are definitely a spirited girl.
I wonder how God will use that in your life?
I'm so thankful for mornings like this, what I'm reminded of how I love you so. It makes the other, harder days, so worth it.
As Olivia's momma tells her, "You really wear me out. But I love you anyway"