Three? (Someone pass the smelling salts.)

My cherished G.,

 

Three years ago, your cry rang out and I learned I had another little girl– 5 1/2 pounds of beauty, you were, and beautiful you remain.

 

You are my stick-tight, my ever-present helper and I stand in awe of all you can do and all you learn.

Your older brother and sister love you, and you adore them right back. Every day, as you snuggle in for “‘nigh-’night” (your naptime/quiet time), you say, “I get up when A & C get home?” And I assure you that you will.

 

The youngest of the grandchildren, you never get left behind. You wouldn’t stand for it, and your cousins are fabulous at making sure you’re included…

 

You are utterly silly. An actress and flirt to the core…

You have eyes that make people do double-takes. Full of life and sparkle, they captivate young and old, men and women alike. I cannot even tell you how many times people remark on your peepers…

Oh, sweet love… there is no better way to describe you than the way your daddy does. He says to me, all the time, “She is you. She’s JessieLeigh 2.0.”

And you are. All that is good and all that is frustrating, all that is charming and all that is maddening, all your traits and quirks seem to come from me… I can’t even deny it. Even when it’s something not-so-desirable, I know you get it from me.

 

And I love you. You brighten each and every day of my life, precious sparkler. You delight me at every turn, my fearless wonder…

And so, as you execute a full front aerial with no assistance on the bar… as you snuggle your little Audobon birds that you love so much… as you belt out “Twinkle, Twinkle, precious star, Jesus loves you as you are!”… and as you run, full-speed, toward me every night…

 

Don’t mind me as I wipe away the tears. Your mama’s just a little misty about her baby girl getting bigger…

 

But there is no greater privilege than to watch you keep growing, my darling clone. I couldn’t be prouder of the little girl you’re becoming.

 

xoxo,

mommy (because you no longer call me “mama” either… *sniff*)

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