Thirty-nine months ago today you were born, wide-eyed and alert.  The wonder of you made your daddy cry.

I remember when you just wore socks around town before you learned how to walk.

Walking outside brought you so much joy.  I loved watching you wobble along, taking everything in with your eyes.

Your hair started to grow out curly and you’d smile while crinkling your nose.

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.

This is Day 9 in the Write 31 Days series.  You can find my other posts in the series here.