Dear Kaya,
You turned two and three quarters of a year old in June, but as is the norm lately, I’ve put off writing this, just because I have so much to say about you, my sweet daughter. I save up all these tiny details in my mind and mentally draft my letters to you so many times before I actually write them.
If I had written this back in mid-June, it might have been a completely different letter. Kaya, you have endured and persevered through SO much in this past month and a half. You are an amazing example to me of strength, love, and forgiveness.
Even though you were hurt by Jax, you never stopped loving him. You instantly forgave him, and you’ve risen above the possibility of letting a traumatic experience change who you are. You still love animals. You are not afraid.
You are strong.
I don’t know what I did to deserve to be your mama, sweet girl. You are so very tender-hearted and (almost always) looking out for your little sister.
You tell me when your stuffed animals are sad, tired, or miss their mommies, and then you nurture and cuddle them. You are always taking care of everyone, real or imagined.
The little things in life are your favorites. I love how easy it is to surprise you with something so small and see you find joy in it for weeks. Anything with an animal or Olaf on it is sure to win your heart these days.
You’re becoming so self-sufficient lately, too. You sometimes insist on making your own sandwich, and you’ve even started cleaning up your own toys without being asked. I can’t remember when our living room has ever been so tidy!
When we aren’t out on a walk, in the car, at church, or grocery shopping, you like to pretend that you’re doing all those things! I find it so funny when you grab your baby and your purse and start “driving” places.
Peeky, we love you so very much. You light up our lives in a way we couldn’t have imagined. You may still be small, but you’ve taught me so much already.
Love, Mommy