
Well, Bobolah, you turn 3 tomorrow. I thought now would be a good time to remind you how much you mean to daddy and me. Your third birthday seems like a long time coming. I think that is appropriate, as your birth took a while to happen also. In fact, I documented a lot of our struggles to finally meet you on a
whole other blog.
You know, the most amazing thing happened once you were placed in my arms. All my sadness and longing for a baby were gone the second I looked into your big brown eyes. POOF!

My first thought upon seeing you was that you were too beautiful to be mine. Really! In fact, everyone that saw you at the hospital thought you were something too. I had a feeling that this was the beginning of your relationship with the world. I think I might have been right. When you are comfortable and happy with your surroundings, you touch others around you with a quiet grace. This pleases me so. Your great grandmother, whom you never met, had the same effect on others during her time on earth.

Of course, like most kids your age, you've perfected The Tantrum. Sometimes, your outbursts are crazy making because you are too upset to tell me what is bothering you. Other times your emotions are short lived and we both end up in a fit of giggles over how silly a situation we find ourselves in. Which leads me to one of your best qualities - your sense of humor.

You have a great sense of humor and spend a lot of your days finding laughter in everything. You have a great belly laugh. Funny though, only a few people have witnessed this side of you. You need to be completely comfortable to share, but it's worth the wait.

You keep your circle of friends tight. Waiting patiently to get to know others before opening arms to them freely. Different from your sisters, you crave solitude.

Taking extra time to lay in your crib alone every morning before deciding to join the rest of us. We recently attended a larg birthday party. You strayed away from all of us and stood in the middle of the large venue we were at to dance and spin to the music that was being played at the party. Happy, content and in the moment. I think that moment will be something I remember when you are grown and not my little girl any longer.

It's hard for me to imagine you grown and gone. Living a life away from me. I'm happy in the knowledge that that time is still a long time coming.
For now, I'll treasure your sidelong glances that come with your impish grins. Your love of your sisters.

Your neat and tidy ways.

Your light stroking of my arms when I hold you close. Your happy skip when times are good and your downturned mouth when times are bad. I'll remember all these things that make you my little girl and I'll smile through happy tears.
