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Dear India,

I look at the picture above and find it hard to believe you were ever this small and vulnerable. I worry I will never be able to tell you just how much I love you but I hope that you feel how much I do. You are developing into this little person, you’ve always been there, I know you were born complete with thoughts, feelings, desires, talents etc etc… but being a special witness to your development is simply miraculous. I’m a spectator to your increase and I have the best seats in the house!

You love nail polish and music and dancing and bike rides. You love white sauce {mayonnaise} and tv and painting and lip mackers {lip gloss}.  You hate bugs and potatoes and bedtime. You love to read and your favourite books are 'muddled up farm', 'big and little', and 'funny faces'. You breast-feed your dolls, and have even tried giving Reeve chichitas.You make up your own songs. You are terrified of unexpected noises and run – fast – when my phone makes any kind of sound. You are a great friend and sister and cousin.

You have taken on this endearing shrug whenever you ask a question. It’s my new favourite thing about you. You ask for Family Home Evening almost every night and you even asked for a Book of Mormon. You are beginning to pray on your own… and the prayers you offer can be both humbling and highly entertaining!

I don’t know what I did right {and occasionally I don’t know what I did wrong} to be blessed with the stewardship of your head strong spirit. I take my responsibility of raising you very seriously but I hope you don’t feel that seriousness in our everyday life.  I want you to feel free to become whoever you are here to become and I want you to feel loved… especially by me… for whoever you choose to be.

I love you boody,

Your Mama xxx