As I type this, she sits next to me, watching "Dora Bick-Splorer", happily shouting at the screen. She’s wearing a pink Jasmine crown and slippers, given to her this morning by one of her favorite people. She’s recovering from a nasty virus, her little nose still running furiously ("Momma, my nose is spitting!" she says.) She’s eating Wheat Thins out of a plastic bowl–a plastic pink bowl, because Heaven help us if it’s not the pink bowl. She leans over and puts her head on my shoulder.
She is captivating, this daughter of mine.
She is funny and smart and silly and eager and affectionate and tender and loud.
And today, she is three.
Happy birthday, sweet girl.