You, my noodle, crack me up. You are my little giggle box and I can always count on you to give me a deep belly laugh when I need something to cheer me up. Thanks for showing me how really laugh, from the depths of my toes.
You always show such joy in others' happiness, and that, my sweets, is something wonderful. If I am playing with your brother or sister and they are giggling, you can't help but to join in. Even if you are on the other side of the room, doing something else, you have to giggle right along with them. Thanks for finding joy. In every situation.
You are our chatterbox, always demonstrating your new words. Quick to tell your sister "no no" or to say "hi" to your daddy. I promise to always listen to what you have to say. I want to hear what you think.
You are also notorious for grabbing a book, bringing it to your dad or me, and saying "Book" as you crawl into our lap. I hope that you always love getting lost in those pages. I hope that armed with only a book and your imagination you are able to travel to times and places that we will never see with our own two eyes.
Thanks for being a constant reminder of joy and of imagination. And thanks for telling your brother "no no" when he was trying to play with the DVD player last week. I appreciate it.
I love you, my weebs.