Oh Goose. How did we get here? Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was dragging your surly little food covered self off of a plane from China? Today you’re turning THREE. Three is like a milestone number for me. It means you’re not a baby anymore. You’ve officially entered the land of the preschooler.
Except, dear Goose, there was something so precocious about you. It’s almost as if you’re three going on thirteen. It’s like you’re a threenager. You’re sassy to the max. You have wild, sometimes vicious, mood swings. And, you know EXACTLY how you want life to be, and woe be it to the idiot who tries to tell you different. But, sweet Goose, you couldn’t love more fiercely.
And, you couldn’t be more fiercely loved.
–FullPlateMom, who truly believes God broke the mould when he made our Cate Penelope.