Your birthstone describes you as "tender passion" and that it so perfectly true. Your heart is so loving and tender, so sensitive to others. Your passion to nurture and protect others is so strong that you would attack a giant without blinking to defend someone else. Once Joel pretended to poke your stuffed animal when you were a little over a year old. Your ferocious glare and snarls at him, alternated with tender comfort and gentleness for your toys had us cracking up, and that still is a great picture of your heart. You are fiercely independent, but want so much to take care of others. Yesterday your daddy noted that you won't do things if we just flat tell you to, but if we ask for help in any way, you don't hesitate for a moment.
Your older siblings are in awe of your bravery. At just two years old, you will nonchalantly get up in the middle of the night and go by yourself all the way through a very dark house to get a drink of water and bring it back. Your independence often makes you seem older than you are--you were walking easily at ten months, you fully potty-trained yourself several months before you turned two, and your ability to climb and jump combined with your fearlessness makes you seem years older than you are. You are our little tornado--spinning, running, jumping, climbing, crashing, always doing.
Right now, your favorite thing to do is to go shopping with just the two of us. You want something blue, purses "for here and here and here and here on [your] whole arm," and lipstick every time. You love to snuggle, and it melts my heart every time you smile in your sleep if I adjust your blanket, caress your hair or kiss your cheek. You delight in giving gifts, and will make me perfect blueberry cupcakes a hundred times in a row on your computer game.
My heart breaks right along with yours anytime you feel unable to keep up with your older siblings. I see you striving to do and be more, and I want you to know deep down in your soul that the person you are already is enough. Your will always grow, of course, but your worth is already perfect to me, regardless of your accomplishments.
I am so incredibly grateful to be your mami. You will always hold your own place in my heart and arms, and I thank God every day for bringing you into our family. You are precious, my little warrior, and I have no doubt that you will be victorious in your battles to come. I pray that you always find refuge in Jesus' love for you and His arms holding you close, and know that you will forever be His treasured princess, and ours.
4 comments:
This is so sweet. I am sure your daughter will treasure your words, especially after a few years when you can look back and read them together
In these pics, she is definitely more "princess" than "warrior." I know how, sometimes, looks can be deceiving, however! You are blessed, Ria!
How perfectly, beautifully, accurately, touchingly you describe her! She is heart of my heart--as are the other three, each in her & his own way:)
This is precious! I love her spunk and spirit you've described.
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