…and just like that, you are 3.
Emmy, I find it hard to put into words just how you are. That might not make a whole lot of sense, but if you know you, it describes you perfectly. Your Daddy and I joke that the dramatic way you arrived into this world is you down to a T. Knowing you the way that we know you, we would expect nothing less.
You are the bossiest child I have had the misfortune to meet and you make me dread the thought of going through the teenage years but your favourite place in the world to be is right next to me snuggled as close as you can get.
You cannot sleep without me, and will not go back to sleep if you wake and I am not in the house, but God forbid that I try to hold your hand.
You spend your days laughing and singing but your tantrums make the ground shake.
You are the definition of juxtaposition.
You love us fiercely and us you.
Our world is a better place for you being in it, my little bestie.