And then she turned 3… | Spokane Baby Photographer | Holly Clouse Photography

On each of the kids’ birthday’s, I write them a letter to be scrap booked for later. Today’s is for Emmalia. Her first birthday letter can be found HERE, and her second can be read HERE.

Emmalia,

Today you are 3. Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday my vivacious, beautiful princess, my little lady, my drama queen, my twin. Happy Birthday, little shadow, little helper, little sis. You grow, you learn, and you never stop moving. You’re animated and joyful and trouble all rolled into one. Never, ever Emma, did I think I would feel like I was staring myself in the eye when I had a little girl, never did I think it would be so amazing & troublesome and astonishing to watch a little girl grow & remind myself of me. So different and unique from your brother, but so equally loved and wanted. Never did I realize how deeply I would love you both, never did I imagine the pain I would feel when you are hurt, or the intense pride I would feel when you succeed.

You’ve had a fun year Emma. Looking back at your last birthday letter, and remembering the memories from this past year, I can see that you have truly grown from toddler to little preschooler in what seems like minutes. You are talking, and learning entirely more than you let on-until the day it suddenly spouts out, and makes you seem as if you are 3 going on 13. I love how much you are like me. Landon is so much like daddy, and I adore that, but to have a little mini-me is so amazing. I hope and pray that the characteristics, and traits I pass on, the one’s you want to emulate are the good ones, the one’s that are right and correct.

Emma, I love how quickly you bounce back..from owies, from no’s , and from lessons learned. It absolutely delights me how quickly you accept it, and not only move on, but find another way to do it. May you never, ever give that up. Keep it with you, sis. I love how caring you are. The way you dote on someone when they are hurt is mind boggling to me-how fast a little girl can pick up that her mommy or daddy or brother is hurting; and how fast you can hug, and then be ready to move on, irritated in dwelling in it, and ready to push forward. I love the dreams you have, that you remember what you want (a tinkerbelle bedroom!) and you stick with. And stick with it. And stick with it. You push forward and push on, always moving, never stopping.

I’ll finish your 3rd birthday letter with one of my favorites poems, Em, that is just so you. Enjoy your 3rd birthday girly, and have a happy, happy year. I can’t wait to share it with you.

I love you,

Mommy

I am your parent; you are my child.
I am your quiet place; you are my wild.
I am your calm face; you are my giggle.
I am your wait; you are my wiggle.
I am your carriage ride; you are my king.
I am your push; you are my swing.
I am your audience; you are my clown.
I am your London Bridge; you are my falling down.
I am your carrot sticks; you are my licorice.
I am your dandelion; you are my first wish.
I am your water wings. You are my deep.
I am your open arms; you are my running leap.
I am your way home; you are my new path.
I am your dry towel; you are my wet bath.
I am your dinner; you are my chocolate cake.
I am your bedtime; you are my wide awake.
I am your finish line; you are my race.
I am your praying hands; you are my saving grace.
I am your favorite book; you are my new lines.
I am your night-light; you are my starshine.
I am your lullaby; you are my peekaboo.
I am your good-night kiss; you are my I love you.

-Maryann K. Cusimano

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