Three

Last night, as I was “soft tickling” your back in bed you asked,

“what does I love you mean?”

My eyes filled with tears and I had to swallow the lump in my throat to answer.

“I love you means that I hold you in my heart—that you’re my favorite person in the whole world—and no matter where you are I will always be with you.”

You were satisfied with that and went right to sleep, unlike the two nights prior which showcased a 90 minute bedtime battle.

Three. You are inquisitive, and sweet, and polite, and kind to your friends. You LOVE Thomas the Train and will play independently for hours. You love puzzles, swimming, blueberries, and cold oatmeal. The other morning we went to river, and though the water was chilly, the air was warm and you happily played in the sand while I read my book in the shade. I feel like we have arrived. Happy birthday, darling girl!