I think when it's your baby the numbers on a candle sting a little more. It's not until later that seeing the videos of her blowing out those candles that the pain is more evident.
Three.
No longer a "baby" by any accounts. If I want a true glimpse of the baby in her, we have to pretend she's a baby. Complete with rocking, feeding, and burping. And yes, I try that often.
She is independent, opinionated, and fierce when it comes to love. She knows her likes and dislikes and isn't afraid to tell you.
She is incredibly cool and looks to entertain and make you laugh.
She oh so subtly gives me a glimpse of who I am. The stubborn, quick tempered know it all. Together, we are working on that.
She is the girly-girl that isn't afraid of dirt and mud. We are in a competition for who can eat the most sweets in a day. She loves music, dancing, and singing.
Princess attire is her thing, followed closely by coloring and stamping.
While turning 3 is hard for me to believe, it also fills me with so much joy. She is the sweetest little gift that God has given our family. Though I sometimes look at her in those hard moments and my eyebrows shoot up in I don't know what it is...fear? Ha! I know that God has her perfectly poised to do something great. I look forward to three with her. May she continue to be her perfect mixture of salty and sweet!
