You Are Mine.

My little dolly,

As I think of what to write you this year on your third birthday, three words keep coming to mind, "you are mine".

The moment you were born, I took you into my arms, looked into your eyes and whispered "you are mine". I just knew that you and I were to be inseparable. This proved true. We've spent the last three years glued to the hip whenever we're together. We can be in a crowded room, but I am lonely if my little Mimi isn't on my lap playing with my hair.

This year you have blossomed into such a sweet, fun, spicy girl. You spend the days in a semi-imaginative state, where you're the princess (Cinderella, to be exact), and we all play parts in your story. I love watching you sing made-up songs that tell the story of what's going on in that sweet head. You are such a good little talker. You tell us "every ting es gong be ok" (everything is going to be ok) especially when you're about to do something naughty.

You are exceptionally brave. I don't have to worry about you standing up for yourself, as you do that quite well yourself. Your not afraid of anybody and stick up for others around you, even your parents and older sister. You show your love for us in constant loves and spicy, hilarious wit. We love every minute we spend with you.

You find your way into my bed each night. I can't say no, as the entire night is a long time to be away from you. We are always the last to wake up and we like to take our time getting morning cuddles. You play with my hair and I tickle your back. Slowly we get out of bed to face the day, grateful for the small amount of time we had together telling each other, "you are mine".

Forever yours,
Mommy