Harper,

You have learned so much, Harper, and you continue to
surprise and amaze me everyday. You do things and I think “surely she didn’t
just do that” or, “how does she know how to do this already?” You are a smart cookie, Miss Harper; those
wheels are always turning and you are constantly analyzing and assessing the
world around you. I can see you putting things together, for instance: we
taught you to sign “more” when you want more food, now you’re using the sign when
you want us to read another book, or sing another song, or even hold you again
after putting you down. I can’t wait to see what you put together next.
Harper, you also have this comedic timing that has to be God
given because even your dad, who is super funny himself, couldn’t have taught
you this. It blows me away when you make a face at just the right moment, or
throw your hands into your “I don’t know” pose, or put your hands to your mouth
in “uh-oh” right after you have intentionally done something. You make things
hard for us because we’re trying not to laugh so we don’t encourage you, but
you’re so gosh darn cute and funny!
When I think of you and all you’ve been through this year, I
well up inside- I well up with pride for the fighter that you are, for the
stubborn streak that you inherited that gave you the will to push through so
much. I also well up with sadness because no mother wants to watch their child
struggle, and the feeling of helplessness that accompanied your struggle
changed all of us. This year has been a tough one for you kiddo, but it has
also made you the girl that you’re becoming- gone are the little baby days and
the moments of sleeping in my arms- gone, but not forgotten.
I know you are meant for big things, Harper, God made you a
fighter for a reason. You and your brother are my walking, talking miracles,
and I thank God everyday that He chose me to be your mother. We have so much to
learn from each other. I pray that God will guide you in all that you do, and
you will look to Him, especially when you feel like things are too much to
bear. I pray that you will stay stubborn (crazy for me to want that, right) and
true to your beliefs in all you do. I know this world will sway you and many
things might come between us, Harper, but know that I am so proud to have you
as my daughter, so inspired by you, so humbled that you call me “Momma”. Of all
the gifts God has given me, my children are the greatest blessing. Please don’t
ever question what you mean to me.
Last year when I wrote to you, I quoted a song that I’d
heard on the radio that morning about a mother looking into her daughter’s eyes
and seeing the future. When I look in your eyes, Harper, I see tenacity and I
see fire and I see a girl who is going to light up the world- I can’t wait to
watch you do it.
I love you,
Momma

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