A style all your own . . .

I love that each and every day you are becoming a more independent little girl.
(okay, sometimes it makes me sad that you seem to need me a little less each day).

I love your infectious giggle and your need to "do it yourself".

I love what a big girl you are. How you can go to the potty and wash your hands all by yourself.

I love that yesterday, after you splashed around in the bathroom sink for 15 minutes washed your hands, your dress was all wet and you felt the need to change clothes.

I love how when you first came running to find me, you were wearing just underwear and this sweater.

I love that when I asked you where all of your clothes were (meaning the ones you had been wearing the last time I saw you), you replied "In my closet!" without skipping a beat.

I love that when I told you that you needed some clothes on underneath your sweater, this is what you came up with:

I love that despite my insides screaming "No! You can NOT go out of the house looking like that! What will people think of your Mommy?", I was able to embrace your pride and let you go anyways.

I embrace you and all the pride that comes along with getting bigger and more independent each and every day.

I love being your Mommy and knowing that I have a major hand in helping you become the amazing girl Daddy and I are so lucky to call ours.

I love your mad accessorizing skills - from the headband so your hair will look bee-you-tee-ful right down to the "buh-ling buh-ling (read: bling bling) on your coveted flip-flops ("because Mommy wears them").

I love you, Mad Hatter.