My dear love, you are almost three years old now. You chose to come to my life as a girl, even though I was convinced you were a boy. When you were growing inside of me I felt your voracious kicks and thought of you as of a soccer player. And then we had an ultrasound that revealed you were a girl, Ania was the only one who wasn’t totally shocked and she danced her little dance of joy right there on the spot.
Then you chose to be born on your terms. You came when nobody was at home and you chose your dad to catch you. Your eyes were sleepy and wouldn’t open wide for many days after your birth. You seemed pretty mellow as a newborn but it soon changed as you entered a new phase in your life, you became an infant that was loud and more aware of her surroundings.
Pretty soon it became apparent that you were a determined and full of opinions baby. And that is what you are now, too. You are driven and intense and I feel sometimes blown away by your inner force but then I admire you for it, too. I love the reddish tint in your hair and wonder if that fire from within had to manifest in that way on the outside. You are a smart and opinionated little girl, sometimes a little bossy. Even though you are growing up and becoming more independent, I love to hold your petite body next to me and I melt away each time you snuggle with me, that still happens pretty often, thanks goodness. There are moments when I think of you as of a thunderball, you bounce and scream with joy or anger, too.
My sweet Alexandra, I love you and have a Happy Third Birthday!!!