Four

Four years have passed since you entered the world and captured our hearts. I know people say this all the time, but I seriously can't imagine my life with you, my sweet baby girl. Although you really aren't a baby any more.
In the past four years, we have seen you crawl, walk, run, jump, hop, skip, swim and ride. Your hair is now long and thick enough for braids, which you love. You continually surround yourself with pink, stuffed animals and dolls. You live in a world of make believe, but you now talk like you're all grown up. I cherish that your "s" usually sounds like a "f" as in "ficy" for "spicy". Your "squirrel" laugh is contagious and your happy-go-lucky smile brightens my day. Despite the occasional girly drama, your spirit shines and radiates love. You are my cuddle bug.
Seeing the world through your big blue innocent eyes is such an adventure and a pleasure. I love you baby girl.