Harper Claire

Dear Harper

At 18 months old, you are 18 pounds of pure spice. Even though you are only one and a half, you are already one of the strongest women I know. You know what you want and you can always figure out how to get it. You have gotten in trouble a time or two for picking on kids twice your size. You love babies, whether real or fake. Sometime you love them so much you squeeze them. You have the sweetest voice and we love hearing you speak and sing and imitate animals. You truly believe that any wound, whether you are on the giving or receiving end, can be cured with a genuine hug.  I am now convinced that there is nothing you love more than your dad. The smile on your face when he walks in the door is like none other. Second to dad, you love shoes. You are obsessed with them and must be wearing at least one pair at all times. You often put dad's shoes on over your own and get frustrated when you trip, although it doesn't seem to stop you from trying. Your favorite food is "Um, Ums" aka bananas, but you are a foodie baby at heart and will try almost anything. Twinkle, twinkle is still your song of choice and you are so good at memorizing the actions we teach you to each new song. You give the sweetest kisses and the most heart-felt hugs. You bring so much depth to our world and you add joy to the simplest moments. We love you little H. Don't ever stop being the fiery little lady that you are.