Three years ago today we were given the best gift ever. We couldn’t have imagined how you would change our lives, you and your strong personality. We went out to dinner with Daddy tonight and I had the radio turned up loud and you still talked the entire way home. The entire way.
In the past month you have turned into such a little girl. It could be the missing chucho, but you seem so much older lately. There is almost no toddler in you left. It makes me both sad but also excited for who you are becoming.
I may complain that you talk too much, or that you won’t sit still to eat a meal, or that you do a little dance so I can’t put your pants on, or that you yell random numbers in Hindi while jumping on the bed when you should be asleep, or that you hold my hand too much trying to fall asleep, or that your laugh makes me laugh so hard my tummy hurts, or how I can’t concentrate at work when it is raining because I would rather be home jumping in puddles with you. But make no mistake my sweet bean, I wouldn’t change even one of the 1.57 million minutes we have spent together. I love you to pieces. Happy Birthday.