Today my biggest little girl turned. Three. Holy smokes, she's three. TH-REE. 3. It seems like it was only yesterday that I was meeting her for the first time, holding her in my arms and wondering at how my life was going to change with this new little life. And change it did! I new that things would be different and I totally expected to love my little girl, but never, ever, could I have imagined the all-encompassing love I would feel for her. The depth of my love. I delight in her every small accomplishment. I feel her pain with every small scrape and bump and I cry along with her when her feelings are hurt. I feel that mother-bear protective instinct and have to hold myself back from tearing into anyone or anything that hurts her tender feelings. Even knowing intellectually that she is far from perfect, when I look at her my heart swells and all I see is perfection. She is my miracle in the form of a little girl
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