I don't need no one to tell me about Heaven.
I look at my daughter and I believe.
~"Heaven" by Live
Little snuggle puppy of mine,
I could try to tell you how much I love you. I could give you so many kisses on your sweet little cheeks to show you. I could cradle you close and whisper it in your ear as you drift off to sleep after reading one of our favorite bedtime books for the hundreth time so you hear me tell you. I could dance and twirl with you all over the room until you turn into a funny little giggle machine with me so you can feel my love for you. Do you want to know something though? As much as you see and feel and hear and think I love you, you still don't know how big my love for you is, how far it stretches, and how it multiplies on a daily basis.
Now Little, over the past few weeks or so, I've noticed you transforming. It's hard to believe. You went from being our little Peanut, who snoozed all the time and hardly opened her eyes to this almost-crawling Little, who wants every toy she sees and leaps fearlessly toward whatever captures her attention, has a mind of her own, a stubborn streak (coincidentally like your momma), wants to be the center of attention (which is unlike either your momma or your daddy), laughs with her whole body, and has a smile that rivals the sun with how much it lights up the world.
You've had a rough couple of weeks between an eye infection, a cold, a stomach bug, and you also have your first tooth! (Well, part of it.) The doctor says your second is on the way. Through it all, you've been such a trooper and put on a happy face.
You are so close to crawling forward that I can hardly stand it. It's really exciting and terrifying at the same time. Exciting because I see the determination in your eyes and I can just imagine the victorious expression on your face when you master it. Terrifying because I'll look frantically around the house because we have so much babyproofing to do and I know you're going to get into everything. You grab for everything as though you just have to know what everything is, what it does, what it tastes like. You want to know everything now. You have such a curiosity about everything around you, though not everything around you fascinates you. You get bored and you don't like to stay in one place ever. You definitely have opinions about what you like and don't like and you have your own way of showing us.
Little, you're getting mischievous. To say you have an obsession with pulling my hair is an understatement and you'll do anything to get to it. I was sitting on the couch one night with you on my tummy. You were touching my cheek all sweetly. So you're stroking my cheek and I imagine now you were thinking--"Yes Mommy, isn't this sweet? Here, I'll touch your nose, now your forehead. Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep sleepy Mommy..." and just as I let my guard down, you attacked. You leapt forward and grabbed my hair with both hands, which turned immediately into fists and you yanked my hair forward. Ouuuuuch. Of course you thought it was the funniest thing in the world. I couldn't help but be amused by your covert methods, despite the fact that I'll be bald soon at the rate you're ripping hair from my head.
I want you to know something. It's the whole theme of our favorite bedtime book. No matter what, I love you. Whether you're Chernobyl or won't stop pulling my hair or you turn into a terrible, meat-eating dinosaur, I will always love you. I am your Mommy, you are my Little. Nothing you can do to upset me will ever, ever change that or make me stop loving you.
I beam with pride at the little person you are and that I get to call you "mine." You change and grow and learn something new everyday and I'm so excited for you for every new discovery you make.
Love you forever and forever, love you with all my heart.