Then: would wear what I put on her
Now: rolls her eyes when I suggest something to wear
Then: drooled in her sleep
Now: okay, somethings don't change
Then: cried a lot and hardly ever slept
Now: laughs a lot but still doesn't sleep a lot
Then: could make her laugh by blowing raspberries on her tummy
Now: same result, but then I'd better run for my life
I miss the days when I could carry her with one arm. That tiny fragile child that was entrusted to me and her dad is now an intelligent, funny beautiful young lady.
Happy Birthday Sweetie!





