Since I was only a few weeks pregnant with you, I have tried to find ways to capture memories for you in the future. I have letters written to you, pictures taken, videos, etc. But lately I've been watching you and find myself thinking about how amazing you are, and how none of the letters or pictures or videos are ever going to show you how much I loved you, and continue to love you, every day. I can show you pictures of you opening Christmas presents, but no picture is going to show you the joy that filled my heart when you whispered "It's Kissmas!" as we made our way downstairs to see what Santa left. I can't aptly record the way that Daddy and I laughed when you spent ten minutes the other morning pretending that you couldn't get up, and falling back down every time we pulled you up. I can't tell you how cute you were every time you asked someone if they wanted to see your tree, or when you explained "I made dat tree". I can't explain how incredibly sad and cute it was yesterday when I went to check the fire and you cried saying "I didn't know where you were. I looked in the bedroom, but you weren't there. It's ok, mommy, I was just scared".
I know that when you are older, I can share my memories with you. But I just want you to know that having you, watching you grow, has been the best gift I have ever been given (equally paired with the child I am now carrying, of course).
You have made life for Dad and I way more fulfilling than we could have asked...
Happy 28 months, beautiful girl.
Mom.
