Today, you are three. And it really is the best.
You’re old enough to remember what birthdays are about, and young enough that even the free balloon from the grocery store that you got today pretty much made your life. You were thrilled to wake up and see the decorations your dad and I put up last night, and when Grace asked if she could call you “birthday girl” today, you smilingly agreed.
You’re a bit of a bear when I have to wake you up from the nap you generally insist on taking, even though it will mean you won’t go to sleep at night until you’re tucked in an additional 1-4 times. When I do have to wake you, you usually yell at me, “NO! I DON’T KNOW!” repeatedly, unless I have Gemma with me. I have to make you hug it out (against your will), but then you’ll be sweet again.
You really are the sweetest. You compliment all the time. “Mom, I like your green shirt. I like your ponytail.” You also thank me for little things all the time, like for folding your clothes. It really bothers you when Gemma is upset, and you almost always immediately start singing to her, even if it means singing at the top of your lungs to try and be heard over her screaming. Today, on your birthday, you wanted to help me while I baked and kept asking what you could do for me. I was so humbled by you.
Your independent streak is about five miles wide. Unfortunately, this means a lot of battles at the door when we’re running late to go somewhere, because you wanted to fix your backwards shoes yourself with no help from me, thank you very much. When this happened again just the other day, I gave up for a minute and left you hollering after me while I buckled Gemma in. When you came out, I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of you, throwing your tantrum still, but now sporting your cat-eye sunglasses.
I enjoy getting to spend my days with you. You chatter away with your funny lisp and sometimes I just wish I could have a camera on you all the time. You can’t wait for preschool ever since Grace started last year, but I can’t say that I’m sorry that it’s still a year and a half away. I know you’ll love it, but I still cherish this time with you.
I’m so glad that you were born three years ago. I really can’t imagine our family without you, sweet little Soph.