Three Years, Ten Months
Dear Little Girl,
How can it be that you are only two months away from being four years old? The time has gone by so quickly. I still have the little card they gave me in the hospital with your wee little footprints on it.  I have it hanging on the wall so I can see it and remember how truly tiny and miraculous you were.  Those footprints don’t even look like they could belong to a real baby now.  Your foot wasn’t even as long as my index finger.  That’s how tiny you were.  Today we went out to lunch with my friend T and her daughter J. J was born just a couple of days earlier in her mom’s pregnancy than you were in mine, but she was about half your size. She’s still a tiny thing at 20 months old and it was amazing to see you next to her, so big and strong and grown up. She was mad because she was teething and she was hungry and so she was understandably fussy. You kindly allowed me to give your fruit cup to J without hesitation and that made her much happier. When we left the restaurant, you held her hand and looked like such a giant next to her. You practically dragged her along behind you, and I think you were actually trying to be gentle. But you outweigh her by about twenty pounds, so I know it’s hard. I can’t believe how much you’ve grown. I can’t believe how fast the time has gone. I can’t believe this year of your life is almost over.
