I’m having a bit of a Mama-crisis.
My daughter (my first born, but my third child) is having her 3rd birthday 2 weeks from today and that’s a little hard for me to grasp. It is not her getting older and smarter and stronger and wiser, because I relish every moment of this time in her life. Every single moment I have with her is precious — every snuggle, every curl I push back from her eyes, every tiny toenail I paint, every bubble we blow, every song we play together on the piano. I love seeing her change, but I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on her – how that one single moment changed my entire being forever. I hold that image of her in my heart and remember it every day as I see her running around and singing and talking to her ponies and cuddling with her siblings.
She is my big girl – my baby girl -
She is my heart.
Sidenote: I know I talk a lot about her and that I don’t about my older kids. Trust me – I love them more than words can say. My main reason for keeping things low-key about them is that honestly, their situation was pretty high-profile during our adoption. And I don’t know who’s reading this blog. I have a lot that I can say about them, and I will. Come back later this week as I will have a Happy 3 Years to Us post up!