There have been moments in this week I have found myself counting the days until you are in preschool. And not in a good way. I might go far enough to say you have been a stinker.
Buuuuut you also drove your purple little tikes car over to me on the drive way and told me "Just driving over to say I love you mom." And you carried my purse in the house today after going to the park. And you patiently sat in your stroller as I chatted it up with a friend on a walk. You made a vacuum hose into your baby and mothered her better than some humans. You took a nap today!
[insert dramatic pause for effect and take a deep cleansing breath]
You dressed yourself in some fantastic outfits, mixing animal prints, tie dye, and tutus with ease. You hourly feed Gianna things you pilfer from the fridge, affectionately known to you as baby Snow White. You give her almost anything she wants in your hands. You let me hold you as you almost fell asleep in my arms yesterday. And then opened your eyes slowly and told me that you were "just thinking about your prince." (aka: daddy). You told me you want to be a mom when you grow up. You are three years old and I love your wild spirit and your independence. And I really love your never ending giggles and big heart. You melt mine everyday in between making me crazy. Please stop growing up.
I love you sweet three year old.
Your mom or as you currently call me "Princess Jasmine"
PS: I think when you sleep, it really helps me remember the good times a little more clearly.
will I ever blog again?
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