Actually, Gracie-girl, there are too many ways to count.
I love the way you jump up and dance your little booty off at the merest hint of music, including the intro to every commercial and television show. I love the way you then yell “YAY!” at the top of your lungs and clap your hands, so proud of your moves.
I love that you are determined to get the dog to join in our “Patty Cake” and “If Your Happy and You Know It” sing-alongs, getting right into his face and clapping and calling “Dock!” loudly, because clearly he has not caught on to this whole clapping thing.
I love that you never let me get too sentimental. I could, with you, turn into one of those sweetsy people I have always been so wary of. But, as I sit and read books to you at night, and I take in your soft hair and baby breath feeling wistful about the days you won’t be so tiny, I sometimes reach out to hold on to a part of you…at which point you bellow “MINE!” at the top of your breath and jerk away your foot, arm, whatever, and bring me back to reality. Thank you for that.
I love your self-confidence. I love that whenever we pick out outfits in the morning, you put them on and declare, “Gee Gee TUTE!!” Gee Gee is very tute.
I love that you love trucks just as much (if not more) than you love baby dolls. I love that all the way to school you yell, “SHRUCK!!”
I love that you are a little bossy. I love that you tell your Daddy and me to “SIT!” and “THIS WAY!” in such a commanding way that we usually do what you say before thinking about obeying a little 20-month-old tyrant.
I love the spontaneous kisses you give (even if they are usually when you have been just a little bit bad).
I love that you make me laugh out loud, even when I am trying to rock you to sleep, making funny faces and getting right in my face and whispering “HEY!”
I love our after bath routine, where we look in the mirror and you say “Mama, Gee Gee, Whoo whoo whoo” pumping your little fist in the air.
Most of all I just love you, Grace Louise, exactly the way you are.