I have nothing profound to write tonight, just something about my sweet girl. Sometimes I think that because my boy is such a rascal he gets more of the lime light. I find it more natural to tell a funny (or aggravating) story about him than I do a sweet story about her.
Lately she has been into writing notes. The latest notes have all been the same: I love you, with a name attached. Before Seth's birthday party she asked me who was all coming, how to spell their names, and wrote a note for everyone with "I love you" on it. She did this again before we went to see Dave's family and melted a few people's hearts in doing so. The other night at church she handed me a note that said, "Mom, I love you", and later Seth handed me one that Hannah wrote for him that said the same thing. I had a couple of ladies in the church mention how sweet this was. It is.
I have several of these notes tacked up around my house. Every time I look at one my heart melts. This is the same girl who took until she was about three months of age to bond with me. This is the same girl who until only in the last year or so was totally "daddy's girl and daddy's girl only". This is the same girl whose main love language used to be "Quality Time" and I believe has now changed to "Words of Affirmation" with a bit of "Physical Touch" thrown in. This is the same girl who didn't seem to need many kisses and hugs, but who now hugs, kisses and snuggles me regularly. This is the same girl who tells me countless times a day that she loves me, sometimes to infinity.
She has changed and matured so much in the last year. She is beginning to love people more and more - she used to hide and not like meeting new people. She shows affection all the time. She loves her brother to distraction - in between fights anyway.
And she loves me. And daddy. And hopefully one day Jesus.
What more could a mother ask for?