It's clear that my first born is not a baby, doesn't want to be called my baby or be compared to anything that has to do with babies. She's 4!
She models her princess dresses, dreams of playing in a fairyland and writes her ABC's. She draws us pictures and wants to have discussions about words and her experiences and takes time to drink up life.
Her spirit is remarkable, and this picture (though taken last Christmas) shows her modeling a bit, her long hair and her precious smile.
There really isn't anything better to me than my girls and, it's true that she made me a mother, but she also makes me love being a mother.
I love you my precious angel.
Happy Birthday!!!
