My Birthday Girl

Since I usually do a fun little post for my kiddos birthday...and since we did the whole Birth Story Blog Hop yesterday (p.s. the blog hop is open 'til Thursday, for anyone who wants to join in!!), which is kinda about Baby Girl, but more about me...

I need to give her her own post...dontcha think?

Well, even if you said no...I still would. I'm like that. And, besides...I'd be afraid I'd scar her for life if I didn't give her her own birthday post.

And, it's a lot less hassle to write a blog post and save the scarring, than to pay for therapy costs later in life when she feels jilted and neglected and unloved 'cuz I didn't write a blog post for her on her second birthday.

So, blog post it is.

Baby Girl:

Two years (and one day) ago...you blessed our lives in a way none of us could ever imagine.


You entered the world a peanut of a spit fire...and you haven't changed one little bit!

You test my patience daily...and melt my heart twice daily with your sideways head tilts, impish grins, and your "I need me's".

I vow to never change out of yoga pants and knit shirts...'cuz I know you'll keep on coming back for another "worry". So, I'll ask for your forgiveness now, for when I show up to your high school graduation in ratty old yoga pants and a baggy shirt.

It's just my way of trying to keep you close.

Your independence, spunk and stubbornness remind me just a tad of someone else I know...perhaps those who are born on Februray 2nd are born with a stubborn, independent, spunky streak?

I love that you will sit in my lap (worrying my shirt) through many, many books...and I have never, ever read "just one more", just to keep you close.

You've been a self-calmer from very early on...insisting to be simply laid down in your bed...so the nights when you "agree" to rock and snuggle...it's what we do. And I lap up every. single. second. of it.

And, you know what else?

As much as I may joke about you "stealing" my birthday...I really think it's pretty cool that we share it!

You, my love, are the best, most wonderful, amazing gift I could ever have received...I am so blessed that you are mine.

We just need to work on your shopping skills.

I love you, Baby Girl...from the very tips of my toes to the very top of my head...and with every fiber of my being.