I woke up this morning to Natalie snuggled against me in bed, breathing deeply, warmly tucked in under our feather comforter. I hugged her and wished her a happy fourth birthday. She squirmed a little, a sleepy smile spreading across her face.
Four years old.
Four years old.
It’s so cliché, saying that time goes fast. But it really does. How can I be the mother of a 4-year-old? Didn’t we just bring her home from the hospital, a sweet, red, 7-pound baby? Man, I remember that – the excitement, the fear, the exhaustion and adrenaline all at the same time. The joy and blessing of a new life. The baby we waited and prayed for.
Each year, we’ve watched as she’s reached milestones, told us jokes, found her dance and song, showed us who she really is. And she’s beautiful. Natalie is so full of life and wonder. So trusting in God, her family and friends. In love with Gavin, incredibly smart, mischievous, independent, strong willed, full of emotion, brave and sometimes sensitive. She’s silly, a dreamer, a believer.
She’s our amazing daughter.
Happy fourth birthday, love.
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