My youngest turned 3 this weekend. It seems like just yesterday she was a warm little bundle in my arms, and today she is playing dress-up with her cousin - their plastic heels clicking on the floors as they run around (she is the princess in pink). I thought it would be hard to leave the baby years behind, but I love this new stage so much. And, I am blessed with many good memories to sustain me when I am missing the days gone by.
Although...I am counting on new little nieces and nephews joining our flock, because there might be moments in the future when I will need to "borrow" a newborn.
Is it weird that a 3 year old can walk in heels better than I can?