Dear Darcy,
My wild one. We just thought parenting was hard. Then you came along. From the very day you were born, it was so much harder. My epidural never worked with you. Addie and Porter? They were a breeze... But with you, I got 2 epidurals, but nope. Neither one worked. I was tired and overworked the moment you came into this place. And I don't know if you've let me rest much since. You do enjoy your sleep, which is very odd for your personality, but all the waking moments are filled with life!
And you are so beautiful. Your big brown and eyes and golden brown skin--you capture our hearts every day. Your grin. And you know exactly how to push our buttons, and oh, do you enjoy it!
You currently wish to be a "softball player" when you grow up because you want to do everything Addie does. So we will sign you up to play t-ball this spring. I can't wait. You love Doc McStuffins, braids in your hair, dresses that twirl, and you tell everyone you meet about your puppies Shep and Rex. School is a blast for you but you already hate homework (figures). You hate being called a "baby", but you'll tell us you're the baby anytime you need some attention. You've also probably ridden your stick horse around the house 362,456 times so far and I don't think you'll quit any time soon.
Darcy, always be you and please don't change. Your free-spirited, headstrong, singin' all day, self. We love all your songs and your sweet spirit.
We love you "so ever".
Mommy <3
