You are such a big girl now that it breaks my heart. You are funny and sweet and emotional. You are loving and tomboyish and girly. You have definite opinions and are not afraid to express them. You are adventurous and mischievious and downright alot of work.
I was a happy person before you were born. I loved your daddy and your brother, and was overall contented with my life. I never felt that something was missing. Never felt that a part of me lay dormant and unexplored. Never felt that there was just one more thing that I needed to attain in order to feel that my life was where it was supposed to be.
I looked in your little pudgy jaundiced face and realized that this was it. This bundle of squalling newborn was the missing piece to my life's puzzle. I worried before you were born that I wouldn't love you as much as I loved your brother. It scared me how much I loved him. I worried that you would get leftovers of me, that my best momming years might be in the past. That you would somehow come out on the short end of the stick. I knew I would love you, but I just didn't know how much.
Yeah. I shouldn't have worried.
My daughter. My sweetie. My noodle. You are so much more than I ever hoped for. I love you completely. Totally. Crazily. You are my meemit, my beebee, my punkin punkin. You are my baby baby girl. You are It.
When I saw you laying so helplessly sick in the hospital and thought about what my life would be like without you, my knees buckled. My heart clenched. I broke out in a cold sweat. You have woven your way through the fibers of my heart. You make my life complete in a way that I can't explain. You'll understand one day when you have kidlets of your own.
I almost cannot remember our family life before you. I know we were very happy. And I know we weren't as busy. I seem to remember it being alot quieter around here.
But I wouldn't trade all the noise and the chaos and the tears and the emotional breakdowns that you have on a thrice daily basis for anything in the world. Daddy and Zach feel the same way.