I love you. Tonight I looked at you for awhile and I just melted. You were standing in the bathroom in your footy pink Monkey pajamas and hanging onto a stuffed moose that you were calling a puppy. You were holding this little stuffed moose as though he were your favorite lovey, even though you just found him 2 minutes earlier. Goodness you were cute. Of course at the time you were explaining to me that I needed to get off the toilet because it was time to share with you. You know Mommy has no privacy. When it was your turn on the toilet, I had to shut the door and give you some privacy.
I soaked you up this evening little girl. I sniffed your sweet hair after your shower and rocked you a little when you were cuddled in your towel. You like to pretend you are a baby sometimes and I am okay with that. Tonight, I didn't get frustrated when all you wanted to do was be in my arms even though I needed to make dinner. Perogies and green peas and sliced apples can certainly be made with a two year old on your hip. I didn't get frustrated because tonight at least I had looked at you and realized that you are growing up. I don't want to make time stand still or go back little girl, I don't. I don't because every day that I am with you, you seem to get even more cute. I am glad when I have these soaking in days. You will only be this little this one day, tomorrow you will be older.
When I came to pick you up today, you were crying. You had an argument with your friend Ben and I was told that it wasn't your fault. I was surprised because my sweet little girl, you tend to be the instigator. But in a rare moment, it was Ben and you were terribly upset. So it was nice in a way, to have you welcome my arrival and sink into Mommy. Usualy when I come to pick you up at school, you don't want to go home. Today, despite your tears, it was the same. It is nice to know that you love school.
I do love you so much. I even love the fact that you have to sleep with two wash rags, wet in one spot. You have to smear chapstick all over your face and drink a million sips of water. You have to cling to me and tell me that you are going to cry if I leave. So I stay a few extra moments and then my little one, I do tell you that I am leaving and you can cry if you want to. You are not that happy about that but you do accept it.
I love you Cecelia. You exhaust me some days, but I really love you.