That was the word we used a lot when Sophie was a baby.
Happy, goofy, engaging, delicate, easy to please, delighted, and delightful.
Maya can't hide her grin (even though she pretends to be annoyed) when Sophie grabs her around the waist and shouts, "Yo-ah the best Sissy in the whole wide wold!!" And when Sophie breaks down because she's hurt, or sad, or has just been corrected, or she's just too emotional and tired, she starts blubbering "Sissy!" in her pretend crying baby voice. When Maya comes and wraps her arms around her, stroking her head, Sophie starts laughing through her tears.
Without whining (or even showing disappointment), she accepts her limitations from a lot of 'normal' treats and activities because of her peanut allergy, almost every outdoor allergy possible, and her asthma. But she does make sure everyone knows she's allergic to peanuts. It's just an interesting fact she carries with her, one more way to make friends.
She makes friends everywhere I take her. Once she starts talking, the new stranger is usually startled by her voice or vocabulary or random comment and they just can't stop listening. And within minutes, they are ready to offer her anything she might ask them for. Maybe it's those huge eyes? Her earnest voice? Or maybe it's the absence of the letter "R" in her speech?
Either way, I've loved my world with three-year-old Sophie. It's dwindling away...rapidly. In a few hours, she'll be four. But as panicky as that makes me feel,...mostly... I just feel pretty lucky to be her mom. "Motch twenty-eight" will always be a special day.
'Four' is gonna be great.