Four years ago this moment, I held a tiny 3 1/2 hour old infant in my arms. She was absolutely perfect, tiny and beautiful. I loved holding her in my arms, but I so enjoyed seeing others hold her because I could see more of her.
Now, look at her. I could never have imaged that 4 year old she would become. Yet, knowing her, I can't imagine her any other way. She is exactly who she is meant to be.
She weighs 39 pounds.
She's 44.5 inches tall.
She's funny. No, she's hilarious.
She LOVES to tell knock knock jokes that don't make sense.
She loves Chick-fil-A and the chip and cheese house.
She takes long baths.
She reads before she goes to sleep.
She hugs and kisses the dog all the time.
She's just getting the hang of pretend play.
She loves to play games, but doesn't really understand rules.
She talks all the time.
She can memorize a song after hearing it twice.
She gets caught in the details.
She's ALWAYS got a response, to everything, in every situation.
I love her. I love everything about her. I'm so proud to be her mama. I'm so thankful for each moment of the past four years and I look forward to each moment of the next year.