My sweet Kaya June,
You’re the sweetest girl I know. I love the way you say “otay” and “oh thanks.” I love how you crouch down and peer into my eyes when you talk to me. I love how you pat me on the back. I love how you want me to hold your hand for “just onnnnne minute” when I put you in bed. I love it when you race down the hall and jump into my arms in the morning and when I pick you up at Grandma’s. I love when you share your blueberry bars with me. I love when you ask “Mama, tiss it?” when you get an owie.
You are so thoughtful and smart. A few days ago you told me to “look up, see tree” instead of watching you eat mac and cheese on our front steps. I can’t stop watching you, but I love that you remind to watch our beautiful world. I hope I can learn to see the world with wonder like you. I love when you squeal and shout “get out my face!” when the wind blows your hair into your eyes.
Is it possible to love someone with your whole body and soul? Absolutely. That’s how I love you.
I love the way you think. I love how you’re already planning your birthday party with your purple birthday cake just like mom’s that’s “coming up soon” even though it’s eight months away.
Last week you told me that you were going to Seaworld with Mikaila, your teacher at church. You named the friends who would be going with you and said I couldn’t go. It made me a little sad, but also proud. One day you will adventure into the world without me and I’m glad you’re excited about it.
I asked you who your best friend was and you said “Mama.” Can you feel that way forever, please? You’re my best friend in the whole world.
I love our coffee dates and our Target trips. I love that you never ask to try my drink, but tell me “someday Taya do that.” I love how you put your hands on your hips when you make demands. I love how you like to organize. I love watching your focused eyes and stance when you draw pictures. I love when you wrap up little objects like crayons in your drawings and give them to me as “speeeeecial presents.”
I love that you’re proud of things you do. I love that you’re a little shy, but also brave. I love when you tell me about your day and things you want to do.
I love that you can count to ten and sing songs. I love that you listen so well. I love the way you run “really fast, Mom!” I love how you jump when you dance.
Last week when you couldn’t sleep, I rocked you in my arms in the dark of your room. We stared into each other’s eyes and didn’t say a word. I’ve never felt so connected to someone. I think that was the most special moment in my world, almost like we were one.
Kaya June, you’re my favorite and I wuve you more than you’ll ever know.