Two years ago today, this little feisty bundle with a shock of black hair came into our lives. You looked at me fiercely with grumpy little eyes when I first looked at you, already trying to boss me around. You wanted to nurse and you wanted it NOW. You haven’t stopped bossing since.
Philippa, you are full of vim and passion and zest for life. You love a good party, and you love to make everyone laugh. At two years old you now have a head full of white blonde hair. In the mornings I hear you yelling, “Mom! Momma!” from your crib when you’re ready to get up. You come running out and there’s no time for snuggling. Quickly you busy yourself playing with brother or sister. You love “can-cakes” for breakfast and you call your water bottle your “coffee.” You love to go outside and “ho-high” on the swing all by yourself, pushing away our hands if we try to help you on the stairs. The best moments are when you grab my face with your chubby hands and turn it roughly to the side so you can plant a big “tiss” on my cheek. Or when you wrap your squishy arms around my neck and say “hold on ti-ight!” Your snuggles are far and few between, but they are truly the best and your daddy and I live to sneak them in. Whoever you have in the moment is your favorite and you couldn’t possibly even deign to look at the other parent.
I miss our nighttime nursings, but love that we’ve traded them in for rocking in the chair, reading board books that you toddle over to me, while you suck your thumb and we sing hymns and little songs that you love. I love, love to hear you pray–“Dear Gah.. thank you for Noah” you always start with.
If you can’t tell, sweet girl, your daddy and I are just smitten with you. You can be feistier than Phoebe and Noah combined, if you want to be, but you are just as capable of equal measures of sweetness. Today at two years old, you have been grumpier than usual, and I wonder if we are entering those “terrible twos,” but thankfully, we have had a go at this twice before. We engage it with a lot more laughter this time around and hopefully a lot more grace. That’s the benefit of being baby #3.
We love you so so much, precious little biddle-e-dee, and always will forever and ever no matter what. You are one of the greatest treasures + joys of our earthly lives. We pray for you every day to know Jesus and love Him and use all your passion and headstrong ways for His name and His kingdom. We can’t wait to see what this next year holds in store for you and we hope you have a very happy birthday!
Love,
Momma
everything He gives 