Three years ago today Maggie arrived. I honestly can’t believe it has been three years. She has gone from charming baby to silly toddler to very smart, creative princess Maggie the preschooler. The girl can identify her numbers from 1-10. She knows several letters and can recognize her name. She sings Twinkle, Twinkle and Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam and Puff the Magic Dragon. She is a lover of all things pink and girly, princess and Dora. She adores kitties. She spends hours each day coloring and painting- I literally can’t keep her in coloring books. She has worn out a magnadoodle in a year. She is the sweetest, most compassionate, silliest kid.

We had a party for her a few days ago. We had thirteen of her little friends from nursery there. They played playdough, decorated their own cupcakes and opened gifts. I wrapped up a small dress up set of jewelry for each of the guests to open during present time so there were no meltdowns. Maggie was absolutely enthralled with the bouquet of balloons I bought her- she carried them around for four days straight. She was a delight. She snuck cupcakes during the entire party, and then crashed so hard from the sugar rush afterward that she burst into tears surrounded by all of her new toys. It was so quintessentially three of her that I had to try very hard not to laugh at her where she could see me.

I am so blessed.