Happy Birthday to my Baby Rae, a lover of:
Rae, from the moment you were born I’d tell people God truly gave me a bundle of joy. Nothing has changed. While you can be dramatic and demanding like the next child (you’ve been known to fake an Oscar-worthy teary fit that ends when you offer me an impish grin when I play along and say something like, “Oh, my poor, poor baby. What’s wrong?”), you came into this world happy, easy-going, and eager to please.
Even during toddlerhood it’s rare for you to behave like a tiny tyrant. Oh, you know what you want, but you’re also incredibly adaptable if things don’t work out the way you’d like them to – like the other day when I discovered you during dinnertime already proudly positioned in your big-girl booster seat and I asked if you wouldn’t mind sitting in your highchair since spaghetti is so messy. “Oh!” you exclaimed as you humbly climbed down from your throne – as in, “Of course, that makes perfect sense.”
A few weeks ago we were over at a friend’s house and a fellow mom pointed to you and asked, “Is she always like that?” The rest of the kids were running around like wild banshees while you sat contentedly just taking everything in. You’re a lot like your daddy in that sense: You’re content to let others shine but in your contentment you’re the lovely wallflower who catches everyone’s attention.
My Rachel Marie, we could not have come up with a better nickname for you because you truly are my “Rae” of sunshine – what with your hair’s buttery highlights, your sunny, easy-going demeanor, and the fact that your favorite lullaby is “You Are My Sunshine.”
And that is exactly what you are to me: My sunshine, a light in my life that’s always around to remind me to be happy, silly, to giggle more and to cry less, and that there’s nothing better than cuddling up with a few loveys to go “night-night.”
I love you, my sweet, sweet girl. Happy second birthday!
Mommy (whom you’ve just recently started calling Mama)
We welcome you into the world. (You look a lot like your baby sister, don’t you think?)
Your first birthday