Three times around the Sun.
Bright bubble of a little person, full of chatter and spark, stomper of feet, "but I am still your baby, Mummy!" Thrower of toys, crosser of lines, clear laughter like a bell, creator of floods and puddles, lover of all wild things, reciter of favourite stories and tall tales of your own dreaming. Sharp minded rememberer of every promise made. Newly weaned nursling. Clever puzzler. Sweet funny toddler.
Just look at you. I am so proud; not as though you were a project I had contributed some large part to the success of, but as though you were a dear friend I saw achieving their own dreams and ambitions. You ARE a dear friend, small as you are.
Grow with me. Teach me. For goodness' sakes, listen to me *occasionally* (please)?! And continue to be unsquishable. I love you, every moment.