Three Years


It’s a big number when you are such a little girl.

We no longer live with a baby. We live with a three. year. old. little. girl.

Yes, three.

Three years of pink.

Three years of learning little girl talk.

Three years of chicken nuggets, mac & cheese and ice cream.

Three years of automatic horsey rides in front of the grocery store.

Three years of love, laughter, kisses and hugs.

Three years of being a little girl.

Happy three years of perfection Scout.


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