Well, my goodness. Our big girl is three years old. Can you believe it? THREE. Three years ago at this moment, I was pushing as hard as I could to get her into the world. And now preschool looms in our near future. Good lord.
Evie, I can’t tell you how proud I am of my sweet, eager-to-please, smart, sneaky, funny, opinionated, curious, outspoken, bossy, almost-potty-trained, compassionate, quick-tempered, energetic, beautiful little girl. You’re everything I ever dreamed about and hoped for and infinitely more. You’re the best thing about me.
I’ve loved every minute of your three years. I feel privileged to watch you grow up, to be your mama.
I love you, baby-girl.
P.S. And don’t worry. Pretty soon you’ll be able to make “three” with your fingers without holding down your pinky and thumb. It’s a learned skill like anything else.