My silly, sunny, cuddly girl. You are much more affectionate than your big sister. Sometimes, I’ll confess your need for your mama can make me a little crazy but only because I don’t feel like I can give you as much of my attention as I know you deserve. You aren’t my baby any more and yet you will always be my little lovey girl.
Sophie with ashes on Ash Wednesday
I can’t believe you are picking out your own clothes (and color-coordinating them perfectly!). I’m already seeing a bit of the two in your insistent “I do it.” I love your independence and helpful attitude. Just this morning I saw you bend down to pick up your baby brother when he fell over. It totally made up for your smacking him away from your blocks.
Sophie climbed into this box and got stuck. She wasn’t upset, though. On the contrary, she was giggling as I took the picture.
I love listening to you singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and all your favorite songs. I love listening to you read your books and recite your nursery rhymes and say your prayers. But I think one of my favorite things ever is when you turn to your sister and say, “I love you, Bella B.” That melts my heart.
Sophie in her new rain boots. What a little lady!
Two years seems impossible. And yet not nearly long enough. I love you, my Sophia.
