The day she turned one I had to take half a day of paid leave. Of all the milestones she passed, her first birthday was not the one I expected to knock the air out of my lungs. I looked into her smiling eyes and loved her so much it just about broke my heart. I dropped her off at day care that morning with my husband. As I headed back to the car, I sobbed. Our relationship had changed when I wasn't looking. I was deeply in love with that little girl.
Now she is three years old.
I love her so much it still makes me cry on occasion. While moments of doubt and disconnect still plague me, I love being her mom. Her interest in the world reinvents it for me everyday. She is the single most infuriating person in the world because I see so much creativity in her defiance. From determining common words are pronounced a new and interesting way to following instruction at the very edge of disobedience, she's fascinating. When I'm not watching, her wit and humor still sneak up on me and take my breath away.
With Inchie's arrival on the scene, this year hasn't been easy on my three year old. But she's hung in there and made the best of it all. Especially getting to enjoy double toys while Inchie is still too young to fight back. Those days are coming and part of me (the totally crazy part) is really looking forward to seeing how it all unfolds.
But for now, Bean is three. I've loved the past three years and hope to savor what ever comes next for us. I love you little girl. I love you to the ends of the universe.