My sweet sweet Sophia. You are, well, my soul sister.
You are so sweet. Silly. Sensitive. Very sensitive.
You are the sun on a very gloomy day.
You have amazing eyes.
Your smile is illuminating. So joyful and chubby.
You are SO dramatic.
Your feelings get hurt very easily. You don't like when T growls or yells at you; your face immediately changes and your feeling get hurt and you cry. It takes a while to get you back again.
You are compassionate, already. Tallulah was crying about something and you leaned over, hugged her, touched her face, then nuzzle-hugged her. It was the one of the most beautiful things I ever saw. It made my life feel complete.
You are full of life. and joy. and love. and spirit.
and you want to be held...or in someones lap.
You want life WITH someone.
You have been blessed with an amazing sister who, I think, will be that someone, by choice. I pray that for you. I pray that she doesn't get "too cool for you"...that she WANTS YOU to be her friend, HER companion.
She will need your joy and encouragement, and you will need her security and nurturing. At least that is what I can see so far. But maybe you will both surprise me.
You can say mama, dadda, papa, nana (for your noni and grandma), this, yes (which, really, I am really glad it's not NO yet), s (reading letters), hot, dog, and (clear as day) DANCE! and you start grooving and clapping your hands.
I started to do "row row row your boat" with your hands the other day, and tonight at dinner you grabbed my hand and started to row and said "ra ra ra" and had a huge smile on that chubby face! You just lit up.
You are quite. You play when you first wake up in your bed. You like getting reactions...especially smiles. You ACT shy...or maybe it is bashful. When you are being cute or silly or someone is talking to you and I am holding you, you get on an enormous smile and lean into me putting you head on my chest. Oh how I love that!
You are a snuggler. You love physical contact.
Even now when you fight that it is time for you to sleep , Daddy "sleeps" you. He hold you in this magical way: with his hand over and across your face and you promptly fall to sleep. When you want "mama's" you bring both your hands up my neck and squeeze then stick your hand in my cleave, like you are gonna serve yourself if I don't get to it fast enough. You are silly and know what you want and for that matter, don't want.
You are a good communicator. You what your way, but at this point, I can probably say I DO know what is best for you.
You are amazing. You are such a joy.
We call you Chubby chubbers and Biggy. Please don't get a complex. Your sister was actually WAY bigger than you at your age, it just fits you right now. AND it makes you smile as wide as the ocean when we say it. We won't call you that forever. Don't you worry.
Your sister loves you. She teaches you things all the time, and you pick up on things she does. I love having you two girls.
I am deeply in love with both of you. For more reasons than I can write.
Other than Jesus dieing for my sins to give me new life, that I might live abundantly, in His freedom; and walk in the gifts He has given me...Tallulah and Sophia: you are THE greastest part of ME. By God's grace. I will always love you and serve (though will fail often) our Great God who guides me in everything, especially being your mother.
