Oh, Peppers. You are the sweetest little thing. I’m so glad I didn’t take you back to the store to return you during the dark days of buyer’s remorse.
Those first three months, you were such a difficult baby. I called you a little malcontent. Every waking moment you were grunting and crying and fussing. I loved you very much, but I did not enjoy you. At one point I had to write you a nasty letter which I don’t think I will ever let you read. It’s pretty bad. I could only picture you growing up into an even angrier malcontent whom nobody would ever want to be around.
Oh, Pepper-Peppers, I was so wrong. You have blossomed into the most wonderful little toddler. You are filled with boundless joy and exuberance. Your enormous smile lights up my life. You are given to squeals of delight and wild peals of laughter. You love food and sleep and tickling and especially throwing yourself all about on the couch like a mad gymnast. You still fly into hysterics now and again, but only with just cause. You are a bright beam of grinning sunshine. You delight my eyes and gladden my heart.
Momma loves you so much, my little Pepperfly.