And Then She Was Four
I know every mother says this, but it really doesn’t seem possible. In my head she’s this little thing with wispy hair and tons of baby chub, but in reality she’s a big girl with skinny legs and a surprising vocabulary. She had a major princess party yesterday with a bunch of little girls all dressed up. We did princess make overs and ate princess cake and opened gifts and had a lovely time.
But I still see this baby I brought home from the hospital three days before Christmas.
And this tiny little girl on her blessing day.
And the cheeks with the little hair fountains.
And that ever present pacifier.
And all the bliss and joy that she has brought into my life.
From this. . .
to this. . .
Wow.
Happy Birthday Magpie.
