On the eve of her 4th birthday, Viv asked: “Mama, will you miss 3yrs old?”

I said yes, but I’m also excited for 4!

She replied:  “Well don’t worry, because one day Celia will be 3!”

Is she reading my mind? I will desperately miss these days, these months, these years. Is it cliché to say I want to bottle them up for future consumption? 

Goodnight my 3yr old deep-thinking-toddler. One last hug for mama please, the last while you are still three.

Good morning my 4yr old girl. A big hug for mama please, the first since turning four.