Our family before you. When I was just a mother of one. When I thought I had the whole parenting thing figured out. When I was all into boy stuff and didn't know what having a girl was all about.
Eme, my baby girl today you turn 3 years old. 3 seems like such a big number to me. Perhaps, because you're my baby and I'm not ready for you to grow up. I remember finding out we were having you. I didn't think I was ready but after that dream of me buying pink baby stuff, I took a pregnancy test to find out indeed you were on the way. No one could convince me you wouldn't be a girl. And the name Emeli, your dad had made up a few years earlier for his video games combining both of our names was yours instantly. Emeli meaning eager.
And an eager little girl you are! We tried to find a middle name that would go perfectly and decided Sofia meaning wisdom would make you an eager wise girl. We were still living at your grandparents house saving up to buy a place of our own. You came to give us motivation and immediately we nick named you our baby of purpose. We knew more than we could imagine, or envision, God had a purpose for you and sending you at this point in our lives.
Your brother who was 3 at the time couldn't be more excited. He knew he wanted a little sister more than anything. He figured this way he wouldn't have to share his toys. He immediately became interested in picking all the pink girly stuff he could find for his sister and made so much promises of protecting you and teaching you everything he knows. He always wanted to carry you, bathe you, and feed you.
Today as we celebrate your 3rd birthday, I want to thank God for allowing me to be a mother, not only to my boy your brother, but to you my princess. I have truly been blessed with best of both worlds.
Honey as you turn 3 there is so much I want to tell. I wish one of them could be to slow down cause you're growing too fast. These days your vocabulary is expanding by hundreds of words each week. You're becoming so independent, strong willed and determined to get your way. You have the most expressive faces and hand motions when you speak and make sure you get your point across.
I want to tell you that even though you want to wear a dress everyday because it makes you feel like a princess, you're a princess no matter what you wear. You are royalty because of who your Father is. And I pray that as you're growing and learning to pray, go to church and read your bible, that you grow up to know Him as your savior and have that relationship with Him.
I want to tell you that you're the smartest little girl I know. Even though you push me away from teaching you. From singing your abc's, counting your numbers, knowing your colors, And reading the Foot Book and the word Frozen everywhere you go (even in the frozen food aisle at the store).... I see the intelligence and the potential in your brain to excel in anything you put your mind to.
I want to tell you that I love how expressive you are. That you have no problem telling me exactly how you feel and telling me what you like and don't like. I love your honesty. How you will tell me that you cant wear what I picked out because you've worn it a thousand times. Even though you've barely been alive a thousand days. I love how you determine how I'll do your hair by picking a Disney princess. Its either down like Rapunzel, in a ponytail like Tiana, or braids like Anna.
I love how you are sweet and full of love. I love watching how loving you are to your brother and cousins and run to them to hug them and kiss them as they get home from school. I love the way you go from being into your princesses and dolls to wanting to play ninja turtles and power rangers just as rough as them. I love that you have always been the most fearless little girl willing to do anything, and to get her hands dirty.
I want to tell you that you are beautiful just the way you are. That your light brown chocolate milk complexion and black curly hair are yours just the way God intended. That you never have to define yourself by race or color, but to be my little Trini-lombian appreciative of both parents cultures and the country you're born in.
I want to tell you that i love your kisses, your hugs, the way you cover your face when you think you've said something wrong. And the way you will whisper it when I ask you what. I love you always wanting to help me around the house and do everything I do.
I want to tell you that I love the way you laugh. The way you giggle. The way you scream and even the way you cry. I love the way you always want to go everywhere with daddy as his little princess. I love the way you're always trying to make sure every activity involves the 4 of us. I love that everytime someone gives you something, you ask for another for Manny.
I love that you always find a way to pick a flower on the way in and tell me its for me.
Eme baby, as my little girl on your birthday I want you to know that as your mother I will always be here to be your biggest support, your cheerleader, your discipline, your trainer, the one you can talk to and the one you can count on. That as my baby I never want you to question whether you're pretty enough, skinny enough, or "black" or "Spanish" enough. I want you be the best you. I want you to know you are the Emeli God made inside of me to be the most beautiful you. I want you to never comform. To be bold, to speak up, to love others, to love yourself, to respect yourself, to count on us as your parents to never steer you wrong.
keep learning, keep singing, keep dancing, keep making our lives brighter with your laughs. Mi Chiquita Te amo... And I know that you're getting bigger and you'll keep growing but I promise to make the most of all the time we have. Happy birthday my Emeli Sofia the first....
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