The beginning of birthday festivities has started around here. Caterpillar-inspired decor draped throughout the house as a tribute to one of my favorite authors and one of Ruby's favorite stories.
In four more days, my sweet baby will be three. I have no idea how she is not that pudgy little baby I once held tight as she babbled and drooled and giggled. Now she is a big girl who talks about getting married (!!!) (with her magic wand!) dances across the wood floor as she finds herself in late night dance sessions with her daddy.
I must gather myself before Thursday. The day of pink pancakes, a special dinner, and more gifts for our precious girl. Maybe sometime before she hits another milestone, I'll understand how three years have roared past me without my consent.
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