From Mama

Abigail, I love listening to you.  You use big grown-up words for sure, like when you say, "I am a women" when you insist you're not a little baby anymore but I also just love listening to you talk in your own language, which you just started to do again.  I  won't call it baby-talk because it's not babble, it's got a ryhthm and sing-song quality to it, mixed with a lot of laughter and sweet banter.
You have a lot to share with the world.

I love watching you play.   A hula hoop becomes a magic oversized ring when you let it twirl around your body.

I love to watch you dance.  One arm swings up and the other locks in a perpendicular way and you ask, "mom can you do this?" and I can never get it just right but we still laugh seeing mama try your unique dance.

I love to watch you be Abigail Rose Ettinger.  You create yourself new everyday.  And it's a wonder to be around you.

Today is my birthday and I celebrate you.