Yesterday was my sweet, stubborn, opinionated, smart, funny, growing-up-too-fast, baby girl’s birthday. She turned three and at once entered the magical age of knowing so much more about herself and her world and not knowing too much.
She still has fears (bugs, elevators, and bumps in the night in particular), yet she is completely unaware that there are greater fears out there to be had.
I am ever so thankful for that.
I am thankful that her biggest drama is whether or not her brothers are sharing and treating her kindly.
I am thankful that she is learning to be her own person, but is still influenced by our home and values more than she even realizes.
I am thankful that she has an imagination and still knows how to use it.
I am thankful that she has no inhibitions about her body and how to use it to boogie to her favorite music.
She is a child with child-like innocence and wonder and I hope with all of my heart that she keeps a piece of all that she is now with her always.