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February 1, 2005
Kayla,
I can't believe that tomorrow you will be three years old. It's such a happy and sad time for me. Happy because I am enjoying watching you develop into your own little person, but sad because I'm losing my baby girl. It seems like only yesterday I was going to the hospital to be induced with you. You can't believe the joy I felt when the doctor told me that I finally had my little girl. After three boys, we finally had you. You were a very beautiful baby, but nothing could prepare for the beauty I look at everyday. Your big green eyes on your little pretty face, your blond hair right past your shoulders (except for the spot your brother cut off....that's kinda short), you are everything I ever pictured physically for a little girl, but nothing prepared me for the person you would become. You are tender and loving, rough and tough, stubborn and playful, princess and wrestler, all wrapped up into one. My little angel, you don't know the meaning of the word no. You know a different way to get each and every one of us to give in to your demands. We all know you're doing it, and we all swear to stay firm and not give in, but somehow, you always manage to get what you want in the end. Although that drives us crazy sometimes right now, that is the part of you that I treasure the most, because I know it will get you what you want in life.
I just can't believe how much you know already. I can have a conversation with you like I was talking to a grown up. I can reason with you, even though you always win, I cam still try. You know all of your primary colors and most of your shapes. You know how to count, how to take turns, how to share (most of the time). You just amaze me sometimes.
I love that when I talk to you on the phone, you think I can see everything you're seeing. I love when I question you about doing something wrong, you say I love you, instead of answering me. This happens over and over until I just give up. I love when I tell you that you have to take a bath in a little while, you strip naked right there and force me to do it right then. (note to self...do not say that outside). I love watching you find new ways of expressing yourself everyday. I love watching you get your way with your brothers. I love that you can make your tool toting father feed your baby doll. I love that when I ask you want for your birthday, the only thing you say is cake.
My little Princess, I hope you enjoy your birthday, especially your cake.
I love you so much,
Mommy
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