I know it sounds cliché, but it literally feels like yesterday that I procrastinated writing your third birthday letter until the last minute, stayed up until midnight trying to write it and still didn’t get it posted until the next day. I swear one day I’ll get ahead of the curve.
Happy birthday yesterday, by the way.
Although it seems like you just turned three, so much has happened in the past year. You learned how to pour your own milk, paint your own nails and squeeze your own toothpaste. I’m hoping when it’s time for next year’s letter you’re actually able to hit your cup, your nails and your toothbrush.
You took your sweet time in joining our family, and have since done everything in your own time, on your own terms. Breastfeeding, walking, potty training, swinging yourself – nothing is ever attempted until you’re positive you’ll succeed on the first try.
You try so hard to be grown up but every so often the four-year-old soul that you work tirelessly to stifle peeks through. Like when you came down the stairs on Christmas morning, or when you sleep. Which I could pull up a chair and watch you do forever, by the way.
You remind me so much of myself and I finally understand why my Mom constantly walked around the house talking to herself. I always thought of you as painfully shy in social situations – you won’t even say goodbye to me when I drop you off for pre-school despite my bribing you with chocolate, pony rides and money. But then last week I took you to a birthday party. I watched as you pretended to be an ogre and chase all of the other children around the playground as they chanted “og-RE! or-RE!” and you roared like a lion. I also sat in on your dance class and realized my $50/month was going toward you making faces at yourself in the mirror for an hour.
Both of which give me so much hope that you’ll grow up to be just weird enough to be interesting.
The one thing you got from your father was your intelligence – you are scary smart. I pray that by the time I release you into the wild you decide to use your powers for good, not evil.
You are independent, self-assured, fearless, beautiful, quirky, smart as a whip and a master negotiator.
This year my birthday wish for you is that you learn patience, always feel like as much of a princess as you do today, and grow up to become a surgeon.
In the words of your favorite song:Welcome to the jungle We’ve got fun and games We’ve got everything you want Honey we know the names In the jungle, welcome to the jungle I want to bring you to your kn kn kn kn kn kn kn kn knees, knees I wanna watch you bleed
Sorry; I swear to god I’ll kill something if we listen to Dora the Explorer one more time.