How did this happen?
Where is my tiny pink bundle?
Now instead of baby booties I have princess shoes.
And instead of dressing my baby in onesies, I dress hers.
Over and over.
Instead of a wind-up crib mobile, we listen to cd's and she sings "Black sheep, black sheep have you any wools."
We paint toenails and can almost put her hair all the way up.
She is sitting in my lap.
Sucking her thumb. Humming a little tune.
She calls "Mommy! Mama!"
And my heart smiles.
In just three years.
Happy Birthday my sweet little angel. 🙂
(p.s. I'll be announcing the hat giveaway winner later today on this post. Good luck!)