My happy, silly girl. You are wiser than your 3.5 years. You ask questions that stop me dead in my tracks, your intuition is astounding and also comforting. It is heartbreaking to realize that you knew it all along, you noticed and listened to everything but kept it all inside your little toddler mind, only letting it out every now and then to ask earth shattering questions that mommy doesn't even know how to answer. It solidifies that I made the right decision. You held your mommy when she cried and you told me everything would be okay. You never should have had to do that, but I'm so grateful you did.
It's you and me and the world, and I cannot think of a more perfect wingman to have by my side. My constant little companion. Your laughter and silly knock-knock jokes...your super tight hugs that kind of hurt sometimes and your sloppy toddler kisses are everything that a soul in turmoil needs to rest easy at night.
Sometimes you're mad at me when you come home from daddy's. He takes you horseback riding and to ride water slides, and to the movies...mommy takes you to school, makes you eat your dinner and spanks your bottom when you talk back. I don't blame you for being mad, I just squeeze you tighter and kiss your cheeks until you're annoyed with me...you can't ever stay mad for very long.