Thursday, December 31, 2009

:: Dear Delia ::

Dear Delia,

You are two.  And I just want you to know that I love you just the same - despite the tantrums, screaming, numerous "no's", tears and hitting.  You are such a good little girl and you make up for those very few "interesting moments" every time you lay your head on my shoulder and close your eyes, ask me to hold you "hold you, mommy", tell me you love me, sing sweet little songs, kiss my tummy, say hello to baby Liam, smile, laugh, dance and let me hold you like a baby and rock you.  You are so funny and quirky and are constantly making us laugh.  You don't like it when I have to do your hair or when we get you dressed.  You're learning so many new words every day and aren't afraid to try new things.  You're learning to defend yourself from your big brother -- learning to hold your own.  You are very adamant about what you do and do not like or want.  You love BIG and with your whole heart.  You love your grandma and bompa and nana and papa.  You especially adore your daddy.  You love your aunties and uncles and cousins, but have a particular affection for your Uncle Chad (who has a soft spot for you, I believe).

You are BEAUTIFUL.  Your brown hair and big blue eyes capture the attention of everyone who comes in contact with you.  It's a good thing you'll have two brothers like I did to keep those boys in line and defend your honor.  What's more, is you are beautiful on the inside too - it comes out more and more the older you get.  You love to have fun and be around lots of people.  You LOVE to dance.  Anytime there's music, you start bobbing your head and it's on from there.  You crack yourself up.  You love to sing to your big brother.  You love reading books, eating and sleeping.  You are becoming more independent, wanting to try to do things by yourself.  You've even pottied on the potty!  You really still don't know what a stranger is -- you are pretty much friendly to whoever you come in contact with.  You don't like it when the doctor listens to your tummy and looks into your ears, as we found out again today.  You are brave.  You're an awesome snuggler!  You love playing with your babies, your play kitchen, coloring and with Aidan's hotwheels.  You love your little glo-worm that Santa got you this year.  You call your blanket your "chicken" and we have no idea where that came from, but we've all adapted to it.  You love pretty things - bracelets, necklaces, boots, dresses...  You love the moon (or "moom" as you call it).  You love animals.  You love balloons (yooms).  You learned about Christmas and Santa and baby Jesus this year.  You loved the lights on the trees and snowmen.  You are just good -- SO good.

I can't wait to see what the new year brings.  I'm sad that you're growing up so fast, but I'm excited to see you become a big sister and do so many more big girl things.  I wish I could keep you small sometimes so you never have to learn of the ugliness in our world.  I wish I could shelter you from pain/heartbreak and disappointment.  You're so little still, and so innocent.  But we know those days are coming when we can't hide it from you and your brothers anymore and I promise to help you understand all the goodness in the world and teach you how to be a good person.  You're going to start learning more about Jesus too, and I hope you will know him from a young age.

I love you, my little Gia, my little precious bug.  More than the sky is tall and the ocean is wide -- more than I feel like sometimes my heart can contain.  Mommy and Daddy will always be here for you when you need us.

<3 Mommy