Monday, February 13, 2012

Dear Princess Butterfly

Dear Princess Butterfly,

I often complain that you won’t let me get any sleep. I often complain that you know exactly how to manipulate me. I often fear your teenage years, knowing that the lost sleep and manipulation will only increase exponentially. But goodness, it’s not possible to love you any more than I do. No matter what, you are so happy every morning. Even when you stay up until midnight watching Cinderella and I wake you up at 7, and all you really want to do is go back to sleep (I know this because you  tell me “I want to still be sleeping.”) (Me too, kid.) you still have a smile on your face and a giggle on the tip of your tongue. When I’m cooking dinner and you come up to me from behind and bury your face in my butt and say “I love you Mommy” it melts my heart! (At least I’m pretty certain the muffled words you are saying are “I love you.” I could be wrong but since you end it with a kiss on my butt I think I’ve got it right.) You squeal, you jump (off of EVERYTHING), you giggle until you pee in my utensil drawer on my coffee table. You are perfect. I hope that you always keep your spirit and your love of adventure. (Please don’t take up rock climbing, I don’t think I could handle that.) You are so much like your Aunt Victoria. Sometimes I want to smack you, but mostly I just want to squeeze you and never let you go. (Even when you get naked for the 3rd time in 20 minutes.) (What’s with that?)
So Babe, Princess Butterfly, or whatever else you decide to call yourself. I love you. You bring a smile to my face and make me want to smack you. You are lucky you are so darn cute!

Love Mama
(Why did you start calling me Mama? We've never used it before. Very random.)


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  1. Ahh I love this post. And I think I just saw my future flash before my very eyes. :)

  2. Oh, that was so sweet! You need to print that out and have it for her when she turns 13, thinks she knows it all, and says she doesn't need her mama anymore. Man, I am not looking forward to those days!


  3. Such a sweet post. Babe is lucky to have you as a mama. :)

  4. That was so sweet of you. I think you better keep this letter and let her read it when she's all grown up. I bet she would keep giggling on how cute you describe her, and how much you love her!