In a few short days, the only baby I ever planned will be three years old. My butterfly ladybug princess. Three is such a fun age. Imagination, saying funny things. Testing boundaries.
Having a daughter, has become so much fun. The deep dark cloud that was her babyhood has past. We communicate. And she is so cute. Everyday is an adventure. And the unending laughs, are great.
Her face is always dirty and her hair is always a mess and yet nothing could be more beautiful to me. She carries random things around and they are special to her. Yesterday it was a broken triangle and an unsharpened purple colored pencil. Today it seems to be bug spray and a fairy wand. Oh I love her.