Dear Sweet Little Girl,
When did you become such a big girl? One minute, you’re my little baby looking up at me with a big smile and twinkling eyes…I turn around for a second and that baby is gone. Now, in her place is a big girl who is always running, laughing, and talking.
“I lub ew, Mama.”
“I love you too, Jojo.”
“Gra-chias… Gra-chias, Mama.”
Ahh, my little Jojo… the little rainbow of our family. I hope you know how much you are loved by us all. Your sissy couldn’t wait for you to stop nursing. I think it was partially because she wanted to be the one to take care of you. She told me the other day of how you hug her when you get upset. She’s your lighthouse, isn’t she, Sweet Pea? She’ll be there for you forever–showing you the way to keep from crashing into the rocks.
“Qué es? Qué es, Mama?” you ask me all the time. What is it? What is it? You want to know about everything. I see that curiosity, and I know it will keep you searching for more and more knowledge. (Just go into some other field, please, my dear…don’t choose education!) Maybe you’ll be a scientist…an inventor…a discover of new cultures… I can’t wait to see what you become, little luz mia.
My favorite thing about you is the way you steal the show. Your sister doesn’t even mind. You march into a room, command the attention of everyone, and make them fall in love with you. You shake hands at meeting, as you twist the ladies around your little finger. You wave to the guards and say, “Gra-chias! Adiós!” as we walk out of stores…and their gruff expressions melt away to show something tender. You grab ahold of us SO tight with the biggest squeeze around the neck, and we all just hold on.
You are the morning light in our family. Ale is more like a sunset…She’s quietly beautiful. She’s the calm after the storm. You are the storm. You aren’t the kind of storm you hide from–more like the storm that you snuggle under blankets on the front porch to watch. And oh! how you love to snuggle!
You, my baby, are just what our family needed. You make us laugh. You make us love bigger. You keep us guessing…keep us smiling… You make us “un poco loco,” and we love it (just as you love to sing it!).
You’re asleep now. Snuggled onto the bench of the double rocker after falling asleep in my arms. The room is quiet, which gives me a minute to write my love letter to you. In a few minutes, you’ll wake up. You’ll kick up the dust and get everyone hopping. I love you like that, but I love you like this too.
You’re are our sunshine, baby. I am starting to see the light peeking around the edge of the mountains. The sky isn’t quite lit up yet… you are the glorious light. You light up our lives, and we are happy to have you as our center. And aren’t you our center? We all revolve around you…
Mami loves you. Papi loves you. Sissy loves you.
Gracias, baby, Gracias…