My sweet (and spicy) Zoë-bug,
Remember where we were three years ago? Your miracle of a birth.
We started celebrating your birthday this week. Your first "friend party."
You have curls that attracts attention wherever you go. You didn't say much until a few weeks ago, but have always been able to communicate what you like, want, need or don't want to have anything to do with... Your eyes and lashes melt my heart and you have restored faith in my ability to nurse a child.
When you taste something you like you say: "Tastes like pink cake!"
You would watch "shows" for infinite hours if I let you.
You begged to go to school -- we obliged and you're thriving.
When you don't get your own way, you tell the person they're "not nice." (We're working on it.)
You give the best hugs.
Greeting your Dad when he comes home from work
Icing for injuries (even if it's a stomach ache... A bag of ice even trumps band aids)
Reminding us "Jesus died. Came back alive!" (Especially when you see pictures of Him at church.)
Cutting -- your a whiz at scissors!
Being read to
Juicing: Beet juice is a fave of yours
Things you don't like:
When the kitchen's closed
Turning off shows
Getting on lotion
Having your hair washed
Not getting your own way
Trying on clothes (unless we intended to let you stay in them).
Being told what to do
Our family is complete because of you. Thanks for the joy and spice you bring to our lives.