Dear B Mya,
I just want you to know that now matter how difficult you are, I love you very much. The people who say you are difficult, a terror, hard, yada yada yada, don't get to see this face very often, but I see it every day. I see it every morning (sometimes earlier than I'd like) staring up at me from your crib, just so happy to be awake and seeing me. I see it after every nap, and lots of times in between. I know that you're just particular, and that you may not always be the happiest of children, but I don't care. You are still my fat baby girl, and I wouldn't trade you for anything. So don't listen when everyone talks about how hard you are (even when it's sometimes me), it doesn't matter - I just hope you don't let it hurt your feelings (because sometimes it hurts mine). They still love you. Remember that I love you, I know you, and that's what matters. You can cry and be difficult all you want, but how I feel about you will never change. Just show this sweet smile to them too, and their hearts will melt just like mine does every single time, and they will forget just how much of a pain you can be and focus on this.