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There is very little that is quite the same.....as mothering a daughter...
Three years have flown by in the blink of an eye.
My little pixie...
convinced that she can do anything...
and I will never convince her otherwise...

She is funny,
She is smart,
Clever,
and sweet.

She loves to tell stories of make believe....
She is best friends with an imaginary Dinosaur named Gracie..(I couldn't make this up)
She prefers to play by herself or with her "Parks" (Parklen) instead of with kids her own age....
She spends hours a day making pretend pancakes in her tiny kitchen.
She loves to mother her baby dolls...
Sing,
Dance....

She can melt your heart with her tiny voice.
"Dance with me mom"
Spinning circles in the living room....

She holds her daddy's heart.
The key to her brother's insanity....

She offers my greatest challenges each day, and my sweetest rewards at night when I tuck her in (who am I kidding...she never sleeps) as she asks me for one more hug..... or just another kiss....

She loves hugs and kisses and songs and stories....



Phin turned 3 last week..I was so incredibly filled with emotions on that day...
Maybe because she is my baby...
maybe because time is ticking by more quickly every day...
I managed to forget to record anything....
I felt like I was barely even there...as the people sang and the presents were unwrapped...
It was over in a flash....

There is always a cloud of stress that looms above me... following my steps and keeping time with my rhythm.  It sprinkles down droplets....remembrance of days gone by.  The cloud refuses to let me forget.

But.

If I am not careful...that cloud has the ability to steal my joy. To lose focus on the day before me as I fight to swim away from yesterday...

Thanking God for three years with our lovely daughter....three years with the most amazing surprise one could receive... and unexpected child... she completes our family in ways we could have never imagined. She brings forth new life each day...she came into our world at the perfect time. She shed light on our hardest days...and continues to brighten our lives....

Here is to another year of life with you....

Phinlynn.

We love you.


















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