And Then She Was Four
It’s amazing how fast four years can fly. Four years ago today we welcomed a dimpled, bald, adorable little baby. She has grown to be a dimpled, blondish, adorable little girl. And now she’s four.
Baby girl, there is so much I want to tell you. That you’ve loved. Loved beyond belief. That you’re beautiful. That you’re smart. Like scare Mom and Dad’s socks off smart.
And funny and way more goofy that we could have expected.
You’re gentle, especially with the new puppy and with other young children.
You’re creative. You love to make cards and posters and presents for your friends.
You’re thoughtful. And you often think of what others might want or need.
You’re polite. Always (usually) offering up a Please and a Thank you and an Excuse Me. Sometimes.
But best of all, you’re you. You’re a bit of me and a bit of daddy and it looks like you really got the best of both of us. You love to laugh. You love to eat. And you really give the best girl hugs I’ve ever had.
But really, Baby Girl, I’m glad you’re ours.
I’m so glad you landed here.