Dear J-Joy,
“I be da parent Dada” will be the phrase that I remember the most from your second year of life. You know what you want, and when you want it. You have vision, we are just trying to figure out how to be part of it somedays.
You are full of life, often with your favorite soft rainbow blanket in tow as you run around the house in a diaper.
You delight when Sophia and Jason return from school, running to the door to give them big hugs. You are not a big hugger, so that welcome or a rare snuggle that your mom and I can sneak in mean that much more.
Your desire to be helpful in the kitchen, or do anything yourself that could end in a big mess, is strong for a three year old. You want to climb on anything, grab anything, and unzip everything. You love to walk around the house with a backpack on telling us you are heading to school, which is just a few months away for you.
You are also full of two year-isms like "Can we go snowing?" When you want to play in the snow or calling bathing suits “bathing soups.” You loudly yell, "stop the book!" and get up and sprint off to grab something when we are reading to you. You live life at 10, and throw yourself in head first.
My prayer for you this year is that you will continue finding ways to love your brother as you lead the pack, while being more flexible with those around you.
Love,
Dada
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