Three years ago my life changed. An event occurred that altered my existence and my future. At nearly 8am on November 19th, Mark and I welcomed our beautiful daughter, Abigail Grace, into our world. That was the morning I realized I was no longer a mommy to just one little princess, but God had actually trusted me to do this mommy thing a second time.
Today we are celebrating Abby's 3rd birthday!
Every day, I thank God for that privilege. After I had Faith, I thought I could never love another child with as much love as I had for her. She was my firstborn. My little Mini-Me, and we were inseparable. I love how God proved me wrong. My heart is indeed capable of expanding to love my baby girl just as deeply as I love her big sister.
Abby is also her own mini version of me. Yet she is determined to be her own unique little person. Here are a few things about her that I love and adore, even if they sometimes drive me "mommy insane."
I love her energy. One would think she often has ants running around in her pants, because she's virtually unable to sit still. There's always a leg kicking, and arm moving, or a butt wiggle going on.
I love to listen to her adorable voice singing the words of Christian music playing in our car…especially when she hums like a grown up through the instrumental sections of the song.
I love to watch her giggle playfully.
I love to watch her attempt to throw a temper tantrum, lacking the important serving of tears to go with it.
I love that when I put her on a timeout, she spends the first 30 seconds crying for show and then decides to entertain herself by either picking the paint off the wall or attempting to stand on her head.
I love her passion for puzzles, reading, crafts, and learning.
I love her sweet kisses and hugs.
I love that when she locked me in our basement, while I had food cooking on the stove, I heard her run up to the door giggling with delight as I was pounding on it and screaming for her to "open this door right now!" She did open it, clearly not expecting the swat on the rear end she ended up with.
I love her fighting determination and that she's good at standing her ground and not being bullied.
I love how she struggles to pronounce the L sound, so she says "I wuv you mommy." So cute!
I love watching her converse with extended family and friends. She's not shy at all.
I love that she thinks she has a ten year old boyfriend, Alex, who "wuvs" her. Alex is the son of one of our friends and could care less about Abby's little crush on him.
I love that in the middle of a mommy/daughter power struggle, she can make me laugh by saying "I've had enough of this nonsense!" Hmmm…I wonder where she's heard that phrase before?
I love that no matter what she asks for or what our answer happens to be, she always follows her request with "Awww…pwetty piwate pweeze?!"
I love that she's the child who messes up her hair moments after I fix it all pretty, the child who insists on wearing rain boots with shorts, the child who smiles with glee while jumping across our couch - even while she's being yelled at to stop, the child who will reach across the table to steal my pickle when I'm not looking, the child who donated a can of soup during our church VBS program only to throw a screaming fit when we left the church without her soup, and the child who grins and asks "now can I go to pweeskool?" every time she uses the potty.
Abby has been such a beautiful blessing in my life and I am forever grateful to God for the gift of her presence in our family.
Some days I think she is such a clown that she'll certainly grow up to be a comedian. Other days I think she'll go on to be an actress because she's so good at being a little drama queen, and has the monkey-see-monkey-do routine down pat.
Just when I think I have her future career all figured out, she looks at me and says, "Mommy, I wanna be a Dinosauw Doctow when I gwow up."