Oh, my baby. You're getting so big! No matter. You will always be my baby. See those eyes up there? They're the same baby eyes that stared right through me, just minutes after your birth. And so I'm sure, you're still my baby. And I know those eyes still see right through me.
Loula, you continue to be the brightest spot in our family - always full of joy and laughter and sass. You're smart as a whip, and keep up with your big sister every step of the way. You're fierce and independent. You will have it your way. You have an uncanny wisdom about you and know when people need snuggles or extra love. It is your happiness that has erased many a sad day, or a sad face, or sad feelings. You are everything our family needed, exactly when we needed you.
Lydia Lou, you're no longer two. You're "three, no sippies," as you say. But you will always - always - be my baby. Sippies or not. Thank you for loving me and everyone around you. You make this world a joy.
I love you to the moon and back, and then some more.
All my love,