click here Three years ago, at 4:23 a.m. A little girl named Emma came into this world screaming her lungs out. Lol. I guess she was making her grand entrance. The nurses called her “angry baby” and everyone always told us what a set of lungs she had.
follow site She was tiny at 5 pounds, 15 ounces. The smallest baby I’d ever seen. She’s still tiny at 26 pounds at 3 years old. She embodies the Shakespeare quote, “Though she be but little, she is fierce.” to a tee.
She lights up a room when she walks into and commands attention in a way I never could, with her saying things like, “I’m a princess” and fully believing it.
She is so very sweet and loves to hug and hold hands with friends and her baby sister.
This morning, we cuddled in bed for almost an hour and I laid there trying to take it all in. Her little profile. The moment. The way she told me she loved me. I wanted to freeze time. But I know I can’t. It breaks my heart.
I know one day she will grow up but I already have the confidence that she will be a wonderful human being because of who she is now. So caring. So loving. She loves being outside. Playing. She has a full heart. She’s kind and generous.
I love her so much it’s probably not normal.
Happy 3rd birthday to the princess who made me a mommy.