I love it

I love it that you call the toaster, the "toast burner"...
I love it when you scream at my stomach, "hi baby, its your big sister here"...
I love it that you are not that coordinated and that you try so hard at ballet, it makes me want to cry...
I love it that you are able to sit through almost anything, as long as you have got a plate of fruit in front of you...
I love it that you can recite pretty much every book that you own, word for word...
I love it that you have found that, in fact, you can hop, even if it looks like you are hardly lifting off the ground...
I love it that your drawings now have a body, arms with hands and legs with feet...
I love it that you still think I am the most exciting person in the whole wide world (except maybe for any of the Disney princesses)....

I love you.