Dear Micaela,
You, my darling, are 16 months old today. I can not believe how quickly time has flown. You are just as I envisioned you would be as a toddler. Vivacious, smart, determined, and strong-willed. You have become quite the chatterbox. Although, as much as we act like we do, we don't understand a word you are saying. You have your own little language and it's wonderful. It's such an amazing feeling to see you thrive. To see you repeat the words we ask you to say. To watch you explore the world around you with such inquisitive eyes. To attempt to do things all on your own, without the least bit of fear or apprehension. But with a steadfast determination to get it done. Even though you stole our hearts a very long time ago, some how, in your own little way, you steal a little bit more each day. With each little hug or kiss or just to hear you say 'mamá' or 'papá' it melts us. We are puddy in your little hands. Do what you will with us.
You, my darling, are 16 months old today. I can not believe how quickly time has flown. You are just as I envisioned you would be as a toddler. Vivacious, smart, determined, and strong-willed. You have become quite the chatterbox. Although, as much as we act like we do, we don't understand a word you are saying. You have your own little language and it's wonderful. It's such an amazing feeling to see you thrive. To see you repeat the words we ask you to say. To watch you explore the world around you with such inquisitive eyes. To attempt to do things all on your own, without the least bit of fear or apprehension. But with a steadfast determination to get it done. Even though you stole our hearts a very long time ago, some how, in your own little way, you steal a little bit more each day. With each little hug or kiss or just to hear you say 'mamá' or 'papá' it melts us. We are puddy in your little hands. Do what you will with us.
I often find myself with tears in my eyes as I've sat and watched you play with a new toy or flip through the pages of one of your books. It's hard to put into words why those tears are there. From happiness? Love? Admiration towards God's amazing gifts? Or maybe, All of it! Happy that you are growing and reaching each and every milestone. Happy that you are healthy. Happy that you are ours. Love that continues to triple and quadruple each day. Love that binds us together forever. You have allowed me to put more faith in God. I thank Him each and every day, I thank Him for giving us: you. You are our greatest blessing.
As you continue to grow I will keep each and every moment spent with you locked in my heart. Each memory tucked away. You are growing so, so fast. What I would give to make time stand still. To keep you this small forever. To keep you safe from the world around you, always. But, that would be impossible. Therefore, I will cherish these days. I will embrace each coming stage joyfully. With you each day is an adventure and never dull.
Let the journey continue. I love you Micaela.
Always and Always,
Your Mommy
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