I remember Gia’s birthday last year and how excited I was that she was going to be two.
Two is starting to talk in actual sentences and being able to play with cousins and friends for real.
Two is being excited about EVERYTHING.
Two is becoming more independent.
Two is moving to a big-girl bed and giving up your binky.
Two is going to school and starting ballet.
Two is holding my face and telling me you “love me up to God and higher” and that I’m “bootiful”.
This year it’s bittersweet. I love the little person that she is turning into even at the young age of three but this year there is a wisdom that I didn’t have last year and that is that time goes too fast (watching my other 3 this year made this abundantly clear). I want her to always stay as sweet as she is today and know nothing of the hurt that this world holds. I want the twinkle in her eye to never dull. I want her to always love me as much as she does right now. She came to us so unexpectedly and healed all of us showing that there is still good in the world. She showed us that there is still laughter and love and hugs and joy…absolute joy. God knew what He was doing when He sent her to us. He knew she was exactly what we needed and on this day that she turns 3, I pray that I can return the favor and be exactly what she needs. And when I get a little misty eyed thinking about how big she is getting, I am going to remember the wise words from a good friend of mine (Kimberly Muro from Reflections of Now): She is only one day older than yesterday and yesterday she was still my baby.
I love you, Gia (like you always say) up to God and higher!