Happy Birthday, Whoorlita!
Wita is two years old today! I promise I say that with great enthusiasm! I’m not a sentimental mess! I’M NOT.
I’m telling you…this little gal is just the bee’s knees. The perfect mix of tomboy and girly girl, you can always count on Wita to be running at full speed with scraped elbows and shins while wearing a dress that SHE carefully picked out that morning.
Sometimes her fashion choices are a hit…
And sometimes, they are a bit, ahem, questionable.
(She shares my love for accessories, what can I say?)
However, it’s not just my sartorial assistance that is unwelcome; nope, pretty much anything I try to help her with (eating, walking down stairs, drawing, getting in and out of the car, playing with toys, etc.) is frowned upon. No thanks! No help is needed over here! Wita can manage. As she loves to exclaim on an hourly basis, “I DID IT!! BA MAHSHALF.”
And she certainly does.
She’s got a stride that could rival the most confident of grown women.
She loves hanging with her brother and the “big kids.”
Although she finally graduated to her own fancy vehicle in Oklahoma this summer.
(In true Wita fashion, she was totally pissed that it didn’t drive as fast as the boys’ cars.)
I recently re-read last year’s birthday post, and the adjectives I used to describe Wita still stand.
Curious. Deft. Fearless. People watcher. Feisty. Independent. Water baby. Physically strong. Determined. Quick on the draw.
However, over this past year, I’ve watched an entirely new set of traits emerge.
This little girl has a heart so full of love that it regularly stops me in my tracks.
A never-ending supply of affection. As a family member or friend of Wita, you can expect at least 20 hugs and kisses throughout the day.
An abundance of silliness and nonstop chatter.
And an empathetic spirit that far exceeds her two years.
Happy Birthday, sweet girl! It’s been a beautiful year, and I can’t wait to see what’s around the corner.