Dear Camryn,
Today you are three.
I’ve sat before my computer staring at that statement for too long wondering, of course, where the time has gone. As excited as I’ve been for your birthday it also makes me kind of sad to see you turn another year older. You’re no longer a baby, barely hanging onto toddler, almost a little girl. And oh, what a fun little spitfire personality you have. Well, it’s fun most of the time. Those other times you really know how to keep me on my toes. Sometimes, I swear, I’m getting glimpses of you as a teenager and it has me a little worried. Mostly because it reminds me of me when I was that age. Gigha (Grandma) says that’s called payback.
You are growing up and starting to realize that you have a mind of your own. You’re pushing limits, testing boundaries. Nothing out of the ordinary for your age…at least I hope. I’m so very grateful that your “destructive” phase seems to have passed because I’m not quite sure I could stomach having to repaint another wall you’ve “decorated”, or shampoo the carpets for the sixteenth time because you were curious to see what would happen when you squeezed your strawberry shampoo in the hallway.
You eat cherry tomatoes like they’re candy, and consume an unnatural amount of cheese on a daily basis. You are also extremely obsessed with lipgloss. You are constantly foraging through drawers, desks and my purse for more. You also rifle through my wallet, empty it out and place the contents in your own purse. This is especially fun when I’m at the store trying to pay for something.
You love singing along and dancing with my iTunes music and ask me to turn it up when one of “your” songs is on. “Supermassive Black Hole” and “Dynamite” wouldn’t be my first choice of songs for a three year old, however your version of “Red Solo Cup” really gets the party going.
You are so incredibly dramatic. It’s simply fascinating. You are affectionate and constantly amaze me by the things you say and do on a daily basis. Your favorite color is pink but sometimes blue, or orange or purple—what day is today? You think you can write your name. Sometimes when you talk it sounds like you have an Italian accent. You get what you want, when you want it, always. You have mastered telling your brother “That’s Disgusting!” You could spend hours playing with stickers. You beg for tickles. You put bandaids on phantom boo-boos. You rock at sword fighting in a princess dress. YOU are one of a kind, my dearest sweetest most colorful girl.
Happy third birthday, Camma-Lamma. You have so much to look forward to.
All the Love in the Universe.
Mommy
Happiest Birthday Sweet Cami!!!!