Little Miss Cheeks is turning three tomorrow. The presents and Nisse are all arranged on her special chair. Three is a magical age. I keep telling myself that in consolation of the fact that my baby, MY baby who was just born five weeks ago, I swear it, morphed from a baby in my arms into an articulate preschool in a matter of moments. Slow down little daughter of mine, please slow down.
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