She's 3. We did it. And it's only now that I realize my delay in posting was really a feeble attempt at denial. She's 3. There's no stopping it. And each new stage brings with it new wonderment, new challenges, immense joy, and a bit of heartache for lost days.
And her day was perfect.
For all the fretting I did (and Amanda, I know you get this more than most), she matched my anxiety with greater enthusiasm and joy. It's all I could've wished for.
So, she's 3 now. She's no longer my little "boo baby", she's a full grown princess...
...but she still hates peas. And I relish the constancy of these small idiosyncrasies that make my beautiful, beloved Emma all mine.