My lady turned 3 today. Yes, my mind is spinning at the realization that she is no longer my small baby, but 3 going on 13. With an affinity for makeup, nail polish, pretty clothes and having her hair done up in curlers, she is my life sized doll who is so fun to spiffy up and take pretty pictures of.

She has forever changed me. Her tantrums are eclipsed by her vibrant personality and sweet heart. Oh, how I adore her. With the softest, most impeccable skin and pouty lips and her eyes of cocoa brown, I look at her and marvel that this darling life sprang from me. I lose myself in her daily. In her hearty giggle and wrinkle of her nose I am enveloped. Oh yes, she tries us daily, then turns right around and causes my heart to explode the next minute with her tenderness. With spunk and fortitude like I’ve never know in a 3 year old, this one surprises me, challenges me, impresses me and makes me the proudest mama there ever was. She’s beautiful and bossy and brazen. I thank the Lord for entrusting her to us. Here’s to my heart and soul at the tender age of 3.