Three.

If I close my eyes real tight and sit in quiet for just a minute it really and truly feels like she was just born yesterday.

Turning one, no big deal, I was still nursing, she wasn't even walking.

Turning two. Still so much my babe.

{Last night of being two. Had to turn on the light to get this picture.}

But three?

She is on her way, world.

First words out of her mouth Saturday morning.

"I am three."

No joke.

She had the cutest way of saying "two and a half" for the last six month up until Thursday.

Then she pretty much decided she was turning 5. And if I'm not careful she will, tomorrow.

She's three now.

We celebrated her up all weekend, my friends.

And some people probably think we're crazy and that we're spoiling her and we do too much. But here's my deal. We've got four kids.

And we get to do a lot of fun and great things {many times due to this here blog!} but we also do a lot of shuffling and running from basketball to a choir concert to piano lessons to school pick up and drop off and let's face it, it's somedays a juggling act.

So if there is ever, ever, ever a day or time in my kids lives where it can be all about them, just them, I want it to be celebrating their birthday.

This weekend was her weekend.

We did it up big.

Saturday: Mall of America. Rides. Rainforest Cafe. Surprise Dora cake from Boppa & Teresa.

Sunday: Party at McD's with 6 little friends. Cake pops. More cake with Grandma & Grandpa.

This girl with her big blue eyes, her smile that sparkles and her exuberance for life that just never wavers.

Happy #3, Miss E. You are so loved and you love in such a big, beautiful way. You bring us more joy and love than you can even understand. Happy Birthday!