Dear Abigail...

Your sweet smile melts me.

I love being your Mommy.

That's the reason why I read you one, then two, then three stories at bedtime.

It's the reason I pat your back and get your"behyee button" with kisses.

It's the reason that when you say "I do a craft momma?" I stop packing and dig out your art stuff.

You are a handful. A three year old through and through.

You get emotional because I won't let you eat a frozen lollipop (popsicle) for breakfast.

You throw a fit if I make you stop doing something you love to do something else.

You think every toy in the world is yours.

But...

You give me kisses at random moments.

You are tender and sweet with babies 

(especially baby Isa whom you seem to have adopted as your baby sister).

You love to sing and dance around.

You memorize your favorite stories and read them later. 

(Pinocchio, Elephants On Wheels, and I Love Colors specifically)

As much as I get frustrated sometimes, I love you 100 times more.

I love you more than monkeys love bananas.

Love you forever, 

Momma