when you love something (even a picture of broccoli on an iphone toddler flashcard ap) you kiss it.
when you kiss your mama you hold my face in your hands and pull me to you.
when i say "one more please" you will kiss me again, and again, and i could keep saying "one more" over and over, and you keep kissin.
hugs
when you love something (even an oswald dvd) you hug it.
when your boyfriend gavin wouldnt give you a hug when we were leaving school you said "it's ok, i think he will hug me tomorrow."
when we wake up in the morning you sit in bed on my lap and hug me and we talk about dreams. and breakfast.
words
when we're getting on the 101 freeway you tell me that you "don't like this road because its too junkilly." (jiggly) it's ok, we'll call caltrans one of these days and inform them of the junkilly.
when you're being smart you will said "mama, you are didiculous." (ridiculous)
when you are on the potty you will ask for some "prysesy" (privacy)
this story just about sums you up right now:
last week you were playing with your cup during breakfast. i told you not to play with your cup because that's how things get spilled. sure enough, moments later, you spilled your milk. i was on my hands and knees cleaning it up when you said "you look mad mama." i replied, "yes claire, i'm a little mad. i asked you not to play with your cup, and now i have to clean up the mess." you got a really concerned look on your face and said "it's ok mama. i forgive you."
you are the sweetest, most loving, beautiful, amazing child i've ever met. merry christmas me.
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