My sweet little angel.
Every day you surprise me with something new.
You’re so confident and eager to help.
I just can’t believe how well you comprehend the world around you.
I love your independent spirit.

Every morning, we snuggle in bed watching “Jack’s Big Music Show.”
Then we pick out your outfit.
Your favorite part is deciding on the shoes.
I swear I didn’t teach you that.

Each day, it’s juice for breakfast,
“Teeeeeeeeea!” for lunch.
And milk for dinner.

While I’m working, you love to run in and say, “Boo!” with a big grin.
Then you burst into giggles as you run away to try it again.

You love to swing.
You love your books.
You love music.
You love your baby.
You love tormenting your brothers.
You love being Daddy’s little girl.

Every night, ready for bed, “dat” clutched securely in your arms, thumb perched in mouth,
You motion to each of us for kisses.
You are pretty much in charge of this family.
And we are happy to be your subjects.

I’m not sure you’ll ever fully understand how loved you are and how much you have blessed this family. I’m not sure I’ll ever find the words to tell you that.