Miss Mia Grace, I Love

Oh, Miss Mia Grace

I love you.

There's so much I want to write about you, 

but all I keep going back to is - I Love You.

Every Wednesday morning, I get to be all alone with you.  

Your brother and sister are off at school and it's just you and me.

Every Wednesday night, daddy and I get to be all alone with you.  

Your brother and sister are off at church and it's just you, me, and daddy.

I cherish our time together and soak in every single second of us being alone (because it doesn't come often), but I can't help but giggle when you constantly spend our alone time asking where Sissy and Bubby are.  You throw your hands up, shrug your shoulder, furrow your brows and ask "Sissy?".  I tell you she's at school or at church and you go through the same motions for Mason - you ask "Bubby?".  I tell you he's at school or at church and then you say "Pick up".  We have this conversation over and over again throughout our Wednesdays together.  

I love it. 

I love our conversation.

I love that you growing bigger and bigger.

You're getting smarter and funnier and ornerier and

...and you're just growing up.

My baby is growing up.

You are at an age where you are very influential.

You are picking up on words and actions so very quickly.

You are smart.  So smart.

Last week, Mason taught you to say "shush up".  While you don't know what that means, you know it's not something nice to say and you like to say it a lot to get a rise out of mommy and to spread laughter to your brother and sister.

...and that laughter - that laughter between you , Mason, and Makayla.
I love it.
I love it so much.

I thank God countless times a day for what the three of you have with each other.

I love you, Mia.

I love your laughter.

I love how your eyes sparkle with JOY...and I love how you smile with your eyes!
I love how you touch my hair when it's wet and ask "shower?" and then gently roughly comb through it with your comb.

I love how you always want me to check for boogas (boogers) in your nose.

I love how you think all of your shoes are so pretty and that you want me to put pretty (blush) on your cheeks so you can look pretty.  You love to be pretty.

I love how you are such a good mommy.  You love to bounce your baby.  You love to feed your baby.  You love to put your baby night-night.  You love to be a mother to your baby, to your pretty baby.

I love how you hug me and cuddle into me.  I love your tiny arms around my neck and I love how you are always leaning in for a kiss.
I love that you've learned that "purple" is a color, so everything is always purple. 

I love how you are so quick to bring Mason his blankie when he's hurt or upset.

I love that you always ask for jelly on your toast.

I love that you still want me (or let me...i'm not sure) to rock you to sleep at night.

I love how you are so genuinely concerned when you hear a baby or child crying.  Your eyes get sad and you repeat over and over again "cry".

I love to watch you dance.  You are the star of our dance parties.
I love that you're talking more and making sentences.  

It's so fun to watch you grow into a little girl.

I'm so thankful for you.
I'm thankful for the love you give me and for all that you've taught me.

I'm thankful for the love, laughter, and joy you bring to our family.
I'm thankful to live this life with you, Mia.

I love you.