My daughter - the most precious being that I have ever known - turns "3" tomorrow, and I am slightly in denial. In the past year, she has potty trained, learned to ice skate and swim, begun taking big-girl showers, and entered her first year of dance classes. All of this, and I still remember every moment of her first few days on Earth - her delivery, her first feeding, her first bath, her first trip home in the Jeep on a frosty, January day...
I suppose that no matter what birthday she celebrates, she'll always by my baby. I will always want what is best for her, and I will always work to guide and protect her.
Praise God for this blessed addition to my life, and for three years of health and happiness!!!
Oh, and "Happy Birthday" to my little Izzie! If you choose to read this one day, I hope that you realize how much you're loved.
MWM Turns 30
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