What can I say about you, daughter-of-my-heart? You just turned 3, and I watch with pleasure as your personality develops and shines through every day. You enjoy creative play and have begun making your stuffies and little figurines talk to each other. You like to re-enact your favorite episodes of Peppa Pig. You insist that everyone address you as Miss Rabbit. Your favorite color is pink. You enjoy building with Legos, and are just starting to get into coloring books (you got new markers for your birthday) and "big girl" puzzles. You like trains. Your favorite toy is a stuffed bunny named Hopson, who is looking surprisingly worn for only being one year old.
You still don't quite know what to make of other kids (when asked who your best friend is, you'll reply "Mom"). I think you are very much like Ferdinand the Bull, content to sit under the cork tree and smell the flowers as the other little bulls butt their heads and play with each other. You are cautious, but you have a very silly side. You have good memorization abilities and are able to (mostly) sit still when required. I jokingly call you, "My delicate little flower."
I don't mind your gentleness. I think the world can always use more gentleness. As long as you are confident and sure of yourself, I think that gentleness will be a beautiful trait in you. You have a wonderful imagination that I truly enjoy watching develop. You love to play "horse around" with Dad. You are a remarkably un-picky eater--you'll try a couple bites of almost anything before deciding for a fact that you don't like it. But you definitely also have a sweet tooth--for the past week, you've been asking me to walk with you to the corner convenience store to get an ice cream cone (it's below freezing outside, mind you).
Having a daughter is turning out to be a more wonderful adventure than I imagined it would be, and I look forward to the coming year, even with its endless string of nonsensical questions and "why's".
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