NOTE: This post poops rainbows and unicorns, if gushy is not your thing, discontinue reading.
You're my little mini me. It's all about Mommy lately, and I'm loving this phase. You tell me all the time "I love you Mommy" and "I miss you when you're at work, Mommy" and once you even said "I love you more than Daddy"… (Ha! Take that, RJ, you've been top dog too long)
We're joined at the hip and this couldn't please me more. We cuddle on the bed and tell each other stories. We cozy up together and go through my jewelry boxes. We go lunching and you are always the perfect date. You want to wear a jean skirt and black sweater, just like Mommy. And when I get home from work you screech and run into my arms. Frankly, I’m surprised they haven't produced a cheesy made for TV movie about us.
You've quoted your first movie. "It's a conspiracy, man" from Cars. Mommy and Daddy couldn't be more proud.
You sing along to songs in the car. Real songs by real bands (not just Wiggles and High Five, may they choke on their mikes)… and I love it. You sing them just like me. Off key and although you don't know all the words, that doesn't stop you from singing SOMETHING. Poor Daddy.
And now you join us in the "movie production company" game… when a movie starts rolling, you'll shout "Dreamworks!"… (it's the only one you know)
You get your gorgeous hair from Daddy (thank god, frizzy is never fashionable)
You get your singing voice from me (sorry kid)
You get your appetite from me (we go to parties for the food)
You get your height from… well, hey, wait a minute, hmmmm
You get your beautiful eyes and long lashes from Daddy
You get your superior intellect from me (antidisestablishmentarianism was your second word)
And when you want to wear green with orange and blue, that's your Dad coming through
Your wit and humour is all your own though, and it's sharp
Love you, my marvelous mini me,
Mommy bear
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1 comment:
that was really beautiful :)
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