This weekend marked three whole years with you, little June-June.  My, how you have changed in one year. You speak in full sentences, one after another….chattering, dancing, singing (er, shouting:) around the house daily.  You are full to the brim of life, curiosity.  I love to watch you….making your brother laugh hysterically, braving new feats, figuring out the order of our days together.  

You are fearfully.

You are a delight to me, to your dad.
Oh, how we love you. Happy Birthday.

1 comment:

  1. It's not possible that she's 3. I just can't..
    Love the golden pipe cleaners!