Today my baby is three years old and life is a bit of a whirlwind. Days, weeks and months pass by in what seems like an instant and before we know it another year has come and gone and I'm left wondering where the time went. Soon we'll be welcoming a little boy into our family and my first baby who made me a mother when I never thought it was possible will be a big sister. Another milestone in her life that will forever be ingrained in my heart and in my mind. Sometimes I catch her staring at me the way I'm certain she so often feels my eyes on her and she smiles so knowingly and genuinely I feel like she can read what my heart is feeling. She says "I love you, mommy" and it's like my heart might explode. I stare at her in wild wonder unable to wrap my head around the fact that she was once inside my belly growing and kicking me incessantly like her brother who never seems to stop moving. In a few years he will be as big as she is and she will continue to grow to be whoever she is to become. Her curiosity, sense of adventure, fearlessness (that kind of freaks me out) thoughtful and kind manner, and even her stubbornness motivate me and inspire me every day. Happy birthday, sweet girl. We love you so.