Three Years Old

She can talk forever and often does. Why? Constantly. Why? Why, Mama? Why? She will announce, so strong and determined, her many ideas and plans. That she wants to become an animal doctor one day. That she is an Artist. That she is going to learn how to drive. That she wants to go to school. She loves to announce her favourites to the world: Magenta pink (not baby pink). Pancakes. Har Gau. Sticker books. Sushi (Avocado Roll). Grandpa. She adores collecting up all of her treasures and sorting them out, laying them out in neat rows. Seashells. River Rocks. Pinecones. Ribbons. Buttons. (Clothing with pockets is the best). She likes to leave seashell gifts at our friend's and neighbour's front doors. She cannot walk a few feet from our home without pausing to pick up something. Sticks. Buttercups. Salmonberries. Earthworms.

Everyday a little bit more I can see that she has a wonderful sweet heart, calm and kind, loving and strong. And everyday I am still so surprised that she - somehow - came from me. Often wish I could hold her forever as my little girl, just three years old. But I also am so looking forward to knowing her and watching her grow up, and away.

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