(Sarah, as a newborn…….)
On May 30th, Sarah turned three years old. We were staying a hotel and as soon as she woke up we gave her the gifts.
She turned three the day of her Great Grandma Sarah’s funeral, the grandma she was named for. She wore her big yellow dress and looked as pretty as a picture. (also:new flip flops!) She blew out a candle on a piece of chocolate cake at the family luncheon. Her face flushed sweetly pink as she listened to the many voices singing “Happy Birthday”.
When we arrived back at the hotel that afternoon, Sarah got to go swimming.
The next day, she visited with her Grandma Cindy, and they both wore pink shirts. Grandma and Grandpa gave her a pop-up card and they laughed when Sarah recognized the 20 dollar bill enclosed within.
Sarah is still “our baby” and I only realize how big she’s getting when I can’t carry her in my arms as long as I used to (too heavy) or when I notice how long her legs are getting and how big her vocabulary grows each day. She is pure sweetness through and through, loves her blankie, her purse, still sucks her finger, has sparkling blue eyes, sneaks into my nail polish and once painted her entire finger and a streak on her forehead, adores shoes, sings along to her favorite songs, and can’t resist being motherly to dolls, cats, and toys. We love her so.
Happy third birthday, beautiful girl.