Four

Today you’re four. Four. How can that be? I look at you, all gangly and tall. I argue with you about which dress you’re going to wear to school today. I hear you carry on complex conversations with your new Thomas engines this morning before you come to wake us. I watch you open the door to your guests at your party yesterday, greet them with a hug, and introduce them to each other, such an accomplished hostess already. And I’m really sad. Sad how I wish the days away, and the years fly by, so trite but it’s true. But more than I’m sad, I’m proud, I’m awestruck, and I’m so in love with you. Happy birthday, my girl.

My dad spent months building this dollhouse for Cakes. It's unbelievable.


It's amazing how important friends are to a four-year-old compared to a three-year-old. I have a post coming about this.


Many thanks to kittenpie for lending me this fabulous game. The kids loved it.

Move over, Martha!


Wish I could read her mind.