Tomorrow morning, when I greet my oldest daughter, I will be greeting a four-year-old. No longer will I have the privilege of being able to boast of my three, two, and one-year-olds. No longer will my Abby be three.
Worst of all, this realization came to me after I had shut the door and said good night. After I lost my last chance to look upon her little face just one last time before the reality must necessarily, officially, set in. Though I did manage to work in a post earlier this week, filled with pictures of the littles
enjoying our new deck, perhaps you will forgive me if I write no longer this night, my last night with a three-year-old (until January, anyway, when Michael gives my heart another wrench by turning a year older too).
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| Mask-making. |
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| Beautiful butterfly. |
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| Fence beginnings. |
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| Fence endings. |
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| Hiding out from the electrician during lunchtime (we're still not fans of strangers). |
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| Mama said there'd be days like this... |
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| Finally putting those lawn chairs to proper use. |
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| Halloween play date fun. |
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| A pumpkin for each pumpkin. Abby wanted a bat, Michael a skull, and Mia (according to Abby, anyway, a kitty). |
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| Counting her Halloween winnings. |
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| The most prized trophy of the night: a Kinder Egg. |
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| Hangin' with the coz. |
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| Selfies with Daddy. |
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| Fun at the park on a brisk Fall day. |
Overheard this week:
Abby
As her Aunt Ali, Uncle Joe, and Cousin Joey were leaving for home after a weekend visit: "But I'm going to miss you!"
Michael
"I want some cake."
Mia
"Joe"
