Happy Birthday little bird... who's not so little anymore. 3 years old... and it's though you're nearly a teenager... so we shall call you a three'nager.
You sweet girl, do nothing but keep us on our toes each and every day. There's not one moment that we feel like we can relax around you... maybe occasionally when you sleep. But even when you're supposed to be sleeping, you sometimes are doing something without us knowing. You're a complete busy body. You love to color and create art more than anything else. Not a day passes where you haven't been proud to show off something you've made... even that time you wrote all over Mommy's yellow chair with a Sharpie marker. You still love to play with dolls, dance anywhere and everywhere, sing at the top of your lungs, jump on the trampoline, pick flowers and find rocks of all shapes and sizes, swim at the pool, read books, and help Mommy in the kitchen. You still have this wild heart... an adventure seeker. Most mornings you wake up and ask us where we are headed for the day. Change, although it seemed to be something you welcomed... seems to be a little tough on your body as we make the move to Washington. But, we are so excited to see you thrive in one place for a long time... without having to move again. You like to make friends... there's no doubt you'll win some over in our new neighborhood.
You are still a snacker... you pick on lots of your favorites throughout the day, as opposed to chowing down on meals. However, if we put pizza in front of you... or a hotdog... you annihilate them. You love yogurt, cheese sticks, any and all fruit, and ANY baked dessert.
You potty trained this year, except for at night. All we did was tell you that they wouldn't allow you into ballet class in a diaper, and off it went. It'll be the first thing we sign you up for, once we get settled in Washington, as a reward. You know your ABC's, colors, shapes and can count up to 20. You love to learn... and we love seeing your eyes light up whenever you figure something out.
You are a spitfire... it has to be the age... or so we keep telling ourselves. You won't let anything get in your way, and you're always "right". You tell people to share, but have a hard time sharing yourself. Your facial expressions could kill... most of the time you don't have to say anything, because your face says it all. You argue like the best of them. You're a tough little nut.
You my dear, are an amazing big and little sister. You have your moments with Charlotte, but for the most part, you tag along and want to play along with whatever she's playing with. You and Finn are constantly being confused for as twins... it's hilarious. He's just about your height, but way heavier. You like to wrestle him to the ground though... or you like to slow dance with him to the music from Sleeping Beauty. You are already loving on your little sisters in Mommy's belly. You want to kiss them goodnight most nights, and rub them. You talk about holding them... and loving them. You have a lot of love to give, and they are the luckiest. We are the luckiest.
Marley, continue loving life sweet girl... continue being you... the one we love so dearly.
Daddy, Mommy, Charlotte, Finn and the twins.
Marley's birth story is here.
Marley's first letter is here.
Marley's first birthday is here.
Marley's second birthday is here.