My beautiful baby girl. You are three and whenever I allow my mind to truly sit on that fact for more than a few seconds, my heart starts to hurt a little. My baby girl is already three years old. My last born is no longer a baby, but a real-life little lady. And what a little lady you are, my girl. A little fairy to be more precise. A little fairy-angel-child who runs around on her tippy toes, bringing life and joy and peace with you wherever you wander, thanks to your little smile and that cheeky glint in your eye. You are as much a little lady as you are a little tom-boy. A true contradiction. As much as you adore wearing a tutu and prancing around the living room doing ‘ballet’, you also have just as much fun racing around on your scooter and running around the garden with your brothers.
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