Someone at work asked me if it made me sad. I answered her with a definite, "No!"
I adore watching my children grow and blossom. This little girl of mine has a remarkable personality, huge vocabulary, even huger stubborn streak, and enormous capacity to love. She was cute as a baby, but I love the little person she is becoming more and more each day.
Occasionally, she stops what she is doing to lean against me and tell me she loves me. It melts my heart. Other times she tells me she doesn't like me and that she wants me to go to heaven. That doesn't exactly melt my heart, but it makes me chuckle. There are worse things she could say.
Emma loves Disney princesses. She enjoys dressing up in her Cinderella and Rapunzel dresses. She has a toy set of medical instruments and frequently pretends the plunger from the syringe is lipstick, so she heals her sick dolls with lip balm and an injection. I don't think I was EVER as girly as she is at three, so I'm a little bit scared of what the future will hold.
Her favorite movies are Cinderella and Peter Pan. She picks out her own clothes every day and dresses herself. Socks are the only thing she doesn't put on by herself because she's extremely particular about the location of the seam across her toes. She loves her brother, will do just about anything if I bribe her with a delicious treat (I know that's bad.), and is probably my best friend right now. (Is that weird?)
|Emma LOVED Princess Abigail. (But refused to smile for photos.)|
|Did I mention she is stubborn and can withhold a smile like a pro?|
So, Happy Birthday to my beautiful girl. I love you more than words can express. I can't believe how much we have been through in just three little years. I look forward to spending the rest of forever watching you grow into a bright, silly, little woman. Thank you for making me a mommy.