To J - your sweet laughter

Little J -
Tonight we played out under the starts. You were so interested in everything around you, and I was interested in watching you play. And laugh. Your laugh is musical, magical, and brilliant. I can't get enough of your thirst for fun an play.

I love how you want to be just like your brother, V. He is a good brother, and you are very blessed to have him. He loves you very much (even if he doesn't always like it when you take his toys). Just keep following his good example, and you will be just fine.

When you hold me and rest your head in that spot between my chin and my chest, I pretty much become a puddle on the floor and I need someone to come mop me up. What a darling girl you are.

I am so blessed to be your mother, and I am learning new things every day. I love to have you around me, bringing sunshine into our home with your laughter. That cute little tiny giggle that seems to be meant just to make my day brighter.

You are learning a lot, too. I know that you wish you could communicate better with us, and I'm sorry I didn't do a better job preparing you for communication. This year has been a pretty hard one for Mamãe, and I haven't done everything I could have, should have, and would have.

But that's a lot of making excuses, and not enough making commitments for the future. So from here on out, I'm going to work on helping you communicate better. I am going to do my best to teach you what you need to know so that you can be an effective communicator. On top of that, I will try to teach you that even the most perfect communication can't be entirely perfect - because communication is depending on the communicator, and the one receiving the communication. Sometimes people just won't want to hear what you have to say, and you're going to have to be okay with that.

Your love is all I need to make my day better. Your sweet hugs and kisses - and that infectious laughter.

Please laugh often, love much, and give me hugs and kisses every day for the rest of your life.

Love,
Mamãe