My mini-me…my screamer…my cause for many panic attacks…

Today you turn three!  Three years old…How can that be?  You were born so tiny, so early, and after a surprise (!!!) pregnancy that I was only aware of for 3 months before you joined us.

Your giant brown eyes so filled with joy and love…I can’t get enough of them. 

You challenge us on a daily basis.  You make us smile in the next turn of your head. 

Despite the struggles and challenges you’ve brought us – with everything from just normal motion of your muscles to talking to breathing – you’ve blossomed into a bright little girl.

The cock of your head when you answer a question, or the way that you reply just by saying “okay” to everything.  Frustrating – and adorable…and I wouldn’t take back one day of the past three years.

Happy Birthday, my Angel!