To my daughter...

Happy Birthday Eve, my love! I kissed my three year old daughter tonight for the last time.  Tomorrow, you'll be four.  Every one of your birthdays is a reminder of how quickly time goes.  I once heard someone saying that parenting means the days are long and the years are short... I don't think I could find a truer statement.  I'm not sure why but I am really struggling with you turning four.  Maybe because you're spending the night with your MiMi tonight, maybe because you start preschool this year, but I really think it's because I have so sincerely enjoyed you at three. Your third year was so much fun, my girl.  So many people comment on how beautiful you are, and they are right.  Those big, beautiful brown eyes get you just about anything you want from that daddy of yours.  But when they say that, I want to respond with, "You have no idea."  Yes, baby girl, you are beautiful.  But for so many reasons beyond that sweet face of yours.  You're be

Hi my sugar! I just got home from running your poppy slippers and bath-tub-baby over to Mimi's house (you have a real gift for names, lately).  In less than nine hours, we'll be heading to the hospital to have your little brother!  It's so surreal finally getting to type that, especially because my last post to you was about how badly I wanted to make you a big sister.  God truly does work in mysterious ways. There's been so many differences between my pregnancy with you and my pregnancy with your brother, you being the biggest part.  I was packing my bag for the hospital a couple weeks ago, just like I did with you.  Only this time, my bag didn't just get filled with the essentials... my bag this time included toys you thought Max might want, clothes you picked for him, and even a "shaker" made with bracelets you had so I can jingle them to let the doctors know I needed something.  My sweet, thoughtful, creative girl.  I've been so emotional, SO e