Today is Chloe’s birthday. She is 3. Three perfect years. She is the brightest ray of sunshine in our lives and quite possibly the cutest 3 year old on the planet. (ok, I may be biased.)
She is smart as a whip and knows just what to say or just how to show you her puppy dog eyes to get what she wants—usually chocolate. (She’s sooo my kid). She and Kaitlyn play like best buds and snuggle up together at night to watch a movie. They also fight like crazy over who goes first for anything. They are great partners in crime and Jason and I are in a heap of trouble in about 10 years.
When we first found out I was pregnant again, I knew it was a girl. I just knew. I was meant to have two girls. I was meant to be drowning in Disney princesses, My Little Ponies, and hair bows. I was meant to spend ridiculous amounts of money on their clothes and spoil them to the brink of obscenity. I was meant, more than anything else, to be their mother.
I wake up every morning and smile because I get to be their mom again today. Tomorrow. Forever.
Happy Birthday to my beautiful Chloebelle.
love, mama
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3 comments:
that is so sweet :-) love your daughters curls...they look like mine when I was her age. Be prepared for what happens to them when she hits 13 y/o!
She is beautiful. Ditto what Ann Ominous said. Enjoy this time.
Happy Birthday to Chloe!! I loved your post. I almost cried.
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