Thirty-nine months ago today you were born, wide-eyed and alert. The wonder of you made your daddy cry.
My darling girl who is 3 and then some. You’re growing up faster than I can remember you as the little baby I held in my arms that night in July over 36 months ago. My darling girl who prefers to wear your dresses to bed instead of pajamas, who sings songs at the top of your lungs, and makes my heart ache when you won’t let me hug and kiss you like I did when you were a baby.
I know the day is coming when you’ll tower over me and have to look down on your short mama. But just remember you’ll always be my little girl who has my heart.