Three years... my they have gone fast. Well, at least the last two have gone fast. That first year, with a very demanding baby and a 2 year old to care for, time felt like it was going in slow motion.
Around this time, three years ago, I was about an hour away from holding her for the first time, that tiny baby girl that has changed my life. So little and fragile, she one-upped her big brother and had to be hospitalized at one week old for intensive light therapy to help her overcome a severe case of jaundice.
I didn't think that I wanted a girl. I was never much of one for dolls, even when I was small myself. And the thought of raising a daughter was way more intimidating to me than raising a son.
Then, BAM! There she was, with all of her feisty-ness and honey-coated, melt-in-your-heart sweetness.
And I have only loved her more fiercely as the days have passed.
She is... have I already said it? FEISTY. Opinionated. Determined.
And somehow, she is also Sweetness and Charm.
She loves to spend every waking minute with her brother... playing, cuddling, laughing, romping.
She likes talking on the phone, being outside, and has a hugely creative imagination. Her ability to improvise continues to surprise us, and keeps us laughing (and on our toes!).
During announcements at church yesterday morning, our pastor, when wrapping up, said, "just wanted to put a bug in your ear". I, wrongly thinking that the Little Miss wasn't paying attention, got as big a laugh as anyone within earshot, when she broke her silence by exclaiming (quite loudly), "A BUG IN YOUR EAR???"
She is intuitive, and shows all the early signs of a fashionista and artist in the making.
If you are a regular reader of this blog, you will not be surprised to hear that I absolutely adore this little girl of mine.
She would delight my heart even if she wasn't mine.
Happy Birthday to my Baby (you know I will always call you that, even if I have to whisper it under my breath to avoid embarrassing you).