A, my girl, turned three this November. She loves sharks, dolphins, riding her scooter, Peter Rabbit, Jake the pirate, and singing. She can turn on the tears in a second and has a smile that lights up a room. Gone is her baby face, now she is beginning to look like a girl. Long and lean, the only vestige of her baby-self is a bit of pudge around her hands and her belly. She is learning to negotiate, to bargain, and to sometimes give in. She can sometimes be nervous, but often pushes through it. Hours are spent creating fantasy worlds, catching peregrine falcons, swimming in pretend seas, running from Mr. McGregor, and battling it out with Captain Hook .
I am amazed daily by this person, who is mine, but also very much her own.
Smart, clever, and beautiful
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