Three.

She doesn’t walk, she dances and twirls into a room, she sings at a whisper, she tells the most wonderful stories. She laughs all the time and she makes us laugh all the time. She loves putting on make-up, styling her (and everybody else’s) hair and dressing pretty. She is curious and she questions everything. She is a real girly-girl who wants to be a mermaid when she grows up who plays pretend and who lives in a world only limited by her imagination.  She is growing too quickly.  I’m going to miss my two-year old but am so excited to see what three brings.

Happy birthday, my sweet girl.