I hear a snap noise coming from her room. Silence, then something hits the wall and snap again. She has shut all the doors to every room upstairs. I open them, she closes them again. We meet in the hallway, she is dressed in new clothes. I ask "How many hangers did you break?" Not really expecting an answer then she says "Only two." Oh boy.
Three.
The day she was born was one of the happiest days of my life. I could not believe God had truly blessed us with a baby girl. Of course my feelings were strong after having two boys, and I would have loved a baby boy no matter what. My grandmother had prayed every day for us to get a girl. The feelings that came with a girl were unexplainable. As she grew, she gave me strength. She less than 4 months old and N had to go away for 3 months. We saw him for a few days at Christmas, but that was it. I was with my family, which made being alone with three small children much easier. Still, even with family around, its not the same without the dad. The time seemed to pass just fine thanks to her. It didn't matter if I was the only one getting up with her in the night. We were a pair making it through this time together. Tough times were around the corner, we were not aware. I am not sure how we survived that winter, but we did and prevailed.
She learned to sleep through the night and enjoyed being in a room with her brothers. It wasn't until they started school and she didn't want to go to bed, we had to separate them. At first they all wanted to be together, but she would try to wake up Six. He needed rest for the long days at school. Eventually she got it too and went to bed as good as the rest. She enjoys her space, its just for girls. It's her own area to do as she pleases. Attending school has been great for her. She's grown so much and has much more to learn. Each day she impresses me with something new. She is sweet and sassy. She has her daddy wrapped around her finger. She can pull his strings and get him to do almost anything for her. She loves to read and paint and draw. Her pictures are in the lines. She sings though out the house her songs from preschool. She can be independent and proud. Babies are her thing. She loves babies. Theresa and Lucy are among the favorites. They have replaced her first Purple baby. She tells people she is a big sister because she wants nothing to do with being little. She can have fun with and irritate her brothers beyond anything else. They too will cater to her needs and wants. She loves to pick out her own clothing and eats really well. She eats the most vegetables and fruit of all our kids. We recently started braiding her hair. I only do it when she is interested. She loves to wear dresses and has finally agreed to tights. Her red shoes are her favorite. My sister supplies her with really cute coats. She calls them her "J coats." When asked why she calls them this, her reply is "Because they are from My J." She talks about her grandma all the time and misses her terribly. She loves her Uncle D and giggles when talking to him. She is shy around strangers and cautious around animals. She loves the zoo and swimming activities. At a very young age she had no fear of the water and just went right in. For sometime she was a boss and not very nice. She attacked one of her cousins and scratched his face. She was the first to bite at ECFE. Snap. There goes another hanger. That makes Three!
She is eager for Christmas and will give us trouble on our long trip no doubt. She has been the queen of the back seat, right in the middle of the boys on her throne. This year she is behind her daddy, we will see how that goes. Three, as sweet as can be. Three, the spice in our life. Three, brought nail polish and hair ties back into the house. Three, with blonde curls and pink lips. Famous words from Three "I want you."
I love you Three.
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