Today my little Keira turns 3. She is such a doll and SUCH a girl. She loves princesses, and will not let me dress her in anything other than a dress or skirt. In fact, if I want to have an all out brawl with her I even mention wearing pants and she flips out. I have no idea where she got it from. I never wanted to wear skirts. Wearing skirts kept me from flipping on the monkey bars, or rolling in the dirt, or swinging, or . . . Anyway she is my little girl, and she is miss personality. I love her sweet I love you's and her butterfly kisses and how cuddley she is. I love how she gives me random hugs, and how she dances to music. I'll hear her singing through the house with her version of verbrato it is enough to melt my heart. I can't believe she is 3. There is nothing quite like having a little girl from the insane tantrums because her hair isn't right, or those aren't the right shoes, to her "I want to wear your makeup," or "Will you hold me, mommy?"
I love you Miss Keira, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!