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I am going to try and hurry and write this before my little birthday girl wakes up. Earlier this morning before he left for work, David and I were leaning together over her sleepy little head and just had one of those overwhelming moments where the tears well up and without saying a word we each knew the others thoughts...how much we love her, so much it hurts...how much she's grown... how glad we are that she's ours...and for the sparkle she brings to our every day lives...and how beautiful she is to us.

Oh I think I hear a little someone waking up. Time for happy birthday snuggles.

A little bit later:

The first words out of her mouth this morning were, " Now is my happy birthday! Sing to me Mommy! " As she holds up three fingers, which is so unspeakably cute because it takes so much effort with her mouth twisted to one side, and her nose wrinkled up as she winks with one eye, and uses her other hand to hold down her pinkie and thumb.

I have a feeling, it's going to be a good day. A really good day.

And year, while were at it.