Sunday, July 31, 2005
Dear Piper Jolie
I can hardly believe that you are 2 1/2 years old. You amaze me on a daily basis and bring such joy to my life.
I remember that night 2.5 years ago that I met you for the first time. It was like I had this feeling that I had someone to fight for and protect and that we were in this together. I had never felt something so heavy and so deep for anything or anyone. I was overflowing with love for you, a new link of love and I understood what "unconditional" meant.
You are so smart and clever. One of my favorite things is to watch you figure something out or discover something new. You pick things up very quickly and to our dismay that includes some of bad habits as well, so now we are more careful and deliberate in our words and actions. The other day we were in the car and you kept saying, "Mama, I see a stop sign. And another one. Look! there's another one." I thought , well, here is a learning experience and I asked you, "Piper, what shape is a stop sign?" We had gone over this before but only casually so I didn't think that you would remember. "Octagon."
You are a loving and sweet child. I had this fear in the back of my mind, well actually I talked about it with your father all the time, that you would fell abandoned when Finley arrived, pushed aside for this new thin that you wouldn't understand. I thought this would translate into you being angry and acting out against your sister and that I would have to constantly "police" you and watch what you were doing. How wrong I was to think those things. You love your baby sister so much and she loves you so much. None of us provoke a smile and laugh and excitement from Finley like you do just by entering the room. You are beginning to play together and you are so good about "using your words" to let Finn know what is ok and what is not ok. You take turns and you don't hold a grudge...not for very long anyway.
You are very affectionate and will offer a hug or a pat on the back and it melts my heart. I kiss you every chance I get for fear of the day when you will be embarrassed, but I think I'll still do it anyway. We have kisses and nose rubs and butterfly kisses. There are times when I think I could just squeeze you until you pop because I can't get enough.
You are a happy child. You sing when no one is listening and I love to hear your made up songs. I will always listen. You dance and jump and run and show us your muscles. You have the obnoxious smile and the smile I try to take a picture of when you aren't paying attention. There are times when you don't get your way and you make it known that you ARE NOT HAPPY. These times are few and we can usually get you to talk it through.
You LOVE to read and paint and draw. We sing together and dance together. You favorite thing to do at the park is to swing. You have mastered the potty (yea!) and you have a good sense of pride about your accomplishments. I love it when you say, "I did it!"
There are so many things that make you, "you." You know how to win me over and you know how to ask you daddy after I say no. You are my definition of joy. I am so happy that your sister has you to look up to as you both grow. You are a friend and a sister and a daughter and the poopinator. I love you, my bug.