Well. It happened. Despite all my best efforts, this girl turned ONE WHOLE HAND!!
I remember yesterday, seriously, yes-ter-day when I balled my eyes out on the eve of her fourth birthday. “Three” seemed like a baby still and “four” just seemed to be entering a new realm of big-girl-ness. I was also very selfishly upset that she would no longer say she was “free” when people asked her how old she was, while struggling to hold up only three little fingers. You guys, that was yesterday. I swear it. I even remember the picture I took, in her blue nightgown and two buns in her hair.
And then I blinked…and now she’s F-I-V-E, folks. Five! I mean, I might as well get the college applications rolling now…
