|There is this SAME photo for all our kids' births. This is Stella though, I swear.|
I feel like the Stella I celebrated turning TWO yesterday can hardly be the same person as this.
|Though she clearly was ready to punch either of her brothers if needed, mere days after her arrival and that hasn't changed.|
I cried tears of joy when I learned we would be having a girl. Alex and I both were elated at the opportunity to experience raising boys and a girl. I was over the moon at the chance to buy things like tights and bows. I still get more excited about some of her clothes than I do mine, probably because she is infinitely more cute than I am, and my outfits are rarely covered in pictures of baked goods and cuddly animals.
You might remember my post about the wonder of being able to say I have a daughter and the surprise at how it really did feel different to me than the boys. You can read that here. I have the same amount of love for the boys as her, but this little girl has a different piece of my heart.
When I see photos like this...
I definitely feel nostalgic about that rolly little baby, so sweet and happy.
Mostly though, I am crazy in love with the Stella of now. The Stella of now is still sweet and happy, but has all sorts of personality and isn't afraid to show it. Obviously...
So this weekend we had cousins and cupcakes and lots of balloons and we celebrated Stella. She now has a My Little Pony and a Barbie, but mostly only cares about the two zippered cosmetic bags her aunt got her, even clutching one in each hand as she fell asleep after her party.
|This is an awful picture, but I love seeing how huge the balloons were compared to her. She LOVED them.|
|She didn't even want the cupcake. We're having the witch doctor look at her, there must be something wrong.|
|"Cheese" complete with licorice bite in the mouth.|
My feelings for Stella have held true to everything I experienced with Aiden and Cole, she just keeps getter better and better. Sure she was cute and tiny when she was first born, but there is nothing like being able to talk to her and then hear the amazing things she has to say back. Seeing her think through a problem or enjoy a new experience is pure bliss. Anyone that thinks all the sweet and wonderful times are in the baby years hasn't watched my daughter walk around in Popsicle covered underpants, no shirt, and her brother's cowboy boots, trying to pin down our dog to make him ride in her shopping cart through the yard. There is no joy like that, I honestly feel like my heart might burst while watching her sometimes.
(Dog lovers, she is nowhere near capable of doing this and I wouldn't let her play with our dog like that, but watching her try to figure it out is worth that chance that she might momentarily be successful one day. Sorry Bea.)
Much like her brothers, I am sure Stella will have no shortage of joy and wonder to deliver to me for years to come....and I absolutely can not wait.
Happy second birthday to my sweet, spunky, smart, and sensible (was out of 's' adjectives, she was applying chapstick to her ear tonight so sensible is a straight up lie,) Stella!
We love you!