*So- Maya’s 3rd birthday was in November, but I failed to write a birthday post for her because, well…our house had just gone under contract and we were moving across the country. But- even though I haven’t done a baby book for her yet, I will not shirk her birthday love. My dream is to sit down with each kid when they are a little older and read each of their birthday posts to them…in my mind we laugh and cry and it’s super memorable- in reality they might possibly be bored, but I’ll love it either way.*
Happy 3rd birthday my dearest daughter. You are 3. It’s official- you’re not my baby anymore but that won’t stop me from cradling you like one. I love your cuddles; on your terms, of course, but I will take ’em however they come. I think this is the year we really bonded, you and me. You are the sweetest little human…your whole face brightens when you smile and even when you don’t, your features are just too cute. Your dad is your hero and your favorite person in the world still…I know why- remember, I chose him first. It’s so amazing to see the bond you two have, and I’m beyond grateful because I love being close to my own father and I hope that for you too.
At the moment, you’re so obsessed with all things princess that its hard for me to remember back over the last year…but you did have a dino phase, thanks to your brothers. You love carrying around toys everywhere you go. You love playing with Regan most of all, yet you admire Josiah so much. I sometimes catch you staring at him…it’s so sweet. This last year you moved into a big girl bed, which you promptly ignored because you favor hard sleeping surfaces I guess. Every night we’d put you to sleep in your bed and every morning we’d find you on the floor, usually in a corner or a closet… sometimes I’d just put you to sleep on the floor so you didn’t have to move all your bedding to the carpet later. I love that you still use the same baby blankets that you have since you were born. The corners are all so destroyed, but you don’t mind- I suppose I could call them well-loved.
Your facial expressions are like none other. You are so expressive in the funniest, weirdest ways. We love the way you walk…with such unique movements- for no one but yourself. I have no idea what you’re thinking most of the time. You are strong and you know what you want but slowly you are learning to bend here and there. You laugh so much and I love the adorable sound it is…your whining was over the top this year but that’s mostly because we dumbly let you get away with it. Ha! This was the year I began to style your hair…the process not a favorite for either of us, though I loved the pigtails. The torture actually led to your first big girl haircut. This was also the year you fell in love with dresses and tried refusing to wear anything else. I really love when kids start deciding on styles…but I also really love dressing my adorable little girl…so, compromise. I bought more dresses but forced jeans on you sometimes because your little legs are so cute in them. You are choosy with shoes, just like me and you love bows in your hair..unlike me.
Your little voice is so adorable. We understand most of what you say these days…except what you learn from Regan. Ha! I love the way you’ll come find me when you need a snuggle and I love opening your door in the morning or after a nap to see how and where you’ve slept. I love your dimples and your tiny teeth…your big feet and sweet girly hands. Even after three years, I’m still in awe that I get to have a daughter. You are so. much. fun.
Love you forever sweetie mymy…