In a flash, four years rush by.

Four years ago at this moment, I had my new title for less than 80 minutes. I was filled with more emotions and adrenaline than potentially any other time in my life. I was surrounded by people that I barely knew, yet I had tunnel vision and their presence barely registered in my mind.

Four years ago, I became a mom.

The past few years have, to be honest, been filled with plenty of ups and downs. Oggling the less than ones as she learned to exist in the world. Enjoying the ones as mobility set in. Surviving the two. Getting to three and understanding what everyone had been saying about the terrible threes. Yet every down has been outweighed by the ups. Seeing her become her own unique self has been the greatest joy I have ever known. She is my mini me.

So, to my little bookworm, happiest of birthdays to you! I am looking forward to another year of adventures with you filled with lots of snuggle time reading tons of books together.

Love forever and ever,
Mommy