You are the most mild mannered, patient, sweet, charming, lovable and loving, feisty and funny, smiley and snuggly, smart and gorgeous baby girl that ever existed. Not that we are prejudice. It is just the truth.
To your brothers the day does not begin with the rising of the sun. They day begins with the rising of their Grace. The minute you awake the boys are smiling and cooing at you. They sing you songs, fetch your toys, and fight over who gets to hold you first.
I'm afraid we may be impeding your development because you are always being held by one of your adoring fans. You are so sweet and cuddly it is difficult to put you down. The boys constantly crowd you. You barely have room to move. I don't know how you will ever learn to crawl or walk. You have zero personal space. But you don't seem to mind.
You have your daddy wrapped around your pudgy little, dimpled finger. You have made your daddy a fan of the baby stage. No small feat. But he tears up when we speak of you growing so quickly. And he doesn't mind his arms and legs going numb if it means that you can sleep just a little longer in his arms.
And your mommy? Well, I feel I've known you all my life. It seems I always knew you would be coming. Even when I wondered if I would ever truly get to hold you a part of me felt you near. Yet you came, this bright light shining, at just the right time. You brought hope and happiness to our whole family when we needed it the most. And now you are here. In my arms. Exactly where you belong.
We are kindred spirits, Grace. I know you. And you know me. It is a soul connection. I never knew there was a piece of me missing until you came into my life and completed me. You completed our whole family.
Thank you for being my daughter, Grace. I can not thank you enough. For making me a better mommy. A better woman. For showing me a new kind of love. For completing our family.