Today you turned 3. It was a typical morning for you: up at 7, announcing to the rest of your sleepy family that "the sun is up!" and it's time to be awake. I wanted to do something with just the two of us, so we made play dough. It was so pleasant, catching those rare moments of alone-together time while your brother was at school. We took turns stirring the flour and you added your favorite color. When you saw the end product, your face lit up. "Playyyyy-do!", you exclaimed. I gave you a set of rollers and you enjoyed rolling out your creations, using all of your strength.
Today you turned 3. I can barely believe it. It seems like just a few months ago that I was on an operating table, awaiting your entrance in to the world. They told me you were a girl and I just kept pinching myself, because I felt like I'd won the baby lottery, having one of each. You were our quiet, calm baby, our sweet, caring toddler, and now you're our delightful little girl, bringing laughter and joy in to any room you enter. It's been amazing to watch you grow, and I just can't wait to see what the future has in store for you. Dream big, little girl.