I remember the day you arrived into my arms like it was yesterday. Really.
How could it have been THREE years ago?
I can’t comprehend this. Not one bit.
This was you last night. Your very last sleep as a two year old. Snuggled in. Still using your pink blankie (which must be placed on top of your butterfly pillow) and your recently acquired bear that you like to snuggle with.
And, now you are three. You will never be two again.
You know you are now three. You knew it when you woke up. You knew it when you walked into school “mommy, I can go to Ms. Tia’s class now with #1.” You went.
You are such a beautiful and smart girl. You can do a puzzle practically in your sleep. You have started tracing the letters in your name. You like to teach us Chinese…wait, not Chinese, Mandarin (you always correct us). You understand pretty much everything, you just choose to exercise your right to not obey or listen to everything.
You are our little rebel. You are stubborn (poor thing, you didn’t know that mommy is more stubborn). You are kind and sweet and give the best kisses and hugs. And, when you are upset at night, sometimes, you’ll let me rock you.
You are going to make a great big sister and I can’t wait to see what the next year has in store for you.