I updated her birthday banner with a huge 3, we made some burgers and sausages for our guests, and we set up the backyard to host a gaggle of kiddos. Neighbors stopped in, the sun shone bright, and gleeful screams filled the air. The huge bruise Rio acquired the night before from couch hopping slowed her down not a bit, thankfully. Her dollhouse was well received which thrilled me, of course. This was the first year that she understood that a birthday was a special day; her special day.
Three. Just doesn't seem possible. Can't imagine life without my little sidekick.