Happy Girl

Dear Sera,

at this moment I am 20 years old, 20 years and a half to be exact. You are 3 months old, not quite 4 months. You are a very happy baby. You smile ALL the time, you have learned that those wiggly things on your hands, called fingers, are yours and that you can chew on them any time you feel like it. You love staring at your feet. and you LOVE watching movies. I was scared that you would not recieve this gene from your father and myself (huge movie buffs), but you prove that love of film is genetic. You have learned that yogurt tastes better than formula milk, and that mashed potatoes are the beezneez, and your best friend is a little purple stuffed puppy dog, that we call “Puppy”, and she sings about your likes (Mashed Potatoes, Penguins, and the color Pink) and spells your full name SERAPHIM, and calls you by your name, Sera. Puppy was a Christmas present from Gigi and Pappy, for your very first Christmas.

Most of the people I went to school with, most of the people, in general, that are my age are, lets just say, not doing what I am doing.

I want to be your example, never be who someone says you should be. Be who you are. Its as simple as that.

I am a Clerk at our Local Tax Collector’s Office, I write a Movie Review Column for a local newspaper, I love acting, and writing, and above everything I am your Mommy.

Every second that I spend with you I realize more and more that you are your own little person. You surprise me, and thrill me, and I am completely in love with you.

There are some things going on right now that stress me out, but it is this smile that reassures me that as long as that smile is there, then everything else is white noise.

It needs to be said that there are many (many being an understatement) people who love you. We have a huge family, but we also have many friends that are just like family to you.

I want you to always remember that you were a very extremely happy baby.