Today, in a t-shirt and feeling great, I cuddle my four-year-old. We walked the dogs and she screamed very loud because Mimi and Hello Kitty, her slippers ( left and right respectively ) got wet. That was 6:45 am.
Yep, she’s four. For so many years, I would be running after the next Curtis. But not now. She’s the baby of the family. Just like me.
She was showered with love and gifts from her sisters, who overtly hate her for her new Littlest Pet Pony fortune. Bro was chill and gave her some Hello Kitty cups. Job done, happy b-day little sis.
It was sooooo cold when she was born. I remember the little pink cheeks of my children and husband coming to visit us in the hospital. We were warm and they … oh so cold.
And now my bub is four.
Sassy little thing.
Full of face and tiaras.