Letters to my daughter...

Y'all.  My miracle baby girl turns three a week from today.

Three.

How can that be?  

Do y'all remember this gorgeousness?  

Oh y'all.  My heart!  

I remember being completely stunned at how much I loved her.  So much so that I could hardly breathe.  

Then she grew.  And my love grew right along with her.

  

Laid back and easy.  Sweet, quiet little cry.  Easy to entertain.  Not much of an explorer.  Content.  

Grew her first tooth at nine months.  The same month she finally decided to crawl.  That crazy little crab crawl of hers.  

Walked at fourteen months.  Finally.  Only had four teeth at 18 months.  But dang, she was super cute with that toothless grin. 

And I thought there was no way I could love her more.

Then I did.

With every stage, every new milestone, every day, I love her more.  

And now, here we are.  Three years later.  

Three years since I was able to grasp just a taste of how The Lord loves us simply because of how I love her. 

This week I'm gonna do something new.  Every year I write her a letter to go along with her yearly video.  This year, well, I've got too much to say to keep it in one letter.  So I'm writing to her each day.  I want to speak truth into her life.  Tell her who she is.  The girl God created.  

Chris and I were talking several weeks ago.  Of course, we often talk about our kids.  This was a bit more serious though.  Some real, raw conversation about Aubrey Kate's precious life.  Our hopes, dreams, desires for her.  We talked about how we see ourselves and how our parents see us.  Do those match?  Like, even at all?  And what does God's word say about our identity?  Do all three of those meet somewhere?  

We want to make sure we are speaking God's truth about her identity.  Not only as our daughter but as His ordained creation.  

That's what this week will be for her.  A week when I pray God will speak to her.  About her.  And His reckless, exquisite love for her.