Tonight you'll fall asleep a three-year old, and awaken to the morning sun a four-year old. Still my baby, you know. Always you will be.
Looking back, Little A, I cannot believe the road that we've come. That you've come; from a complete surprise to the complete world of so many. To think that once, I held your tiny little life in my hands, and now you hold mine within yours. Funny how the world works, isn't it?
You are the sun in so many skies, the smile on so many faces, the laughter in so many hearts. To know you, truly, is to love you.
Once upon a time, Little A, I was terrified at the thought of you; having not a clue how I'd manage you, take care of you, be a good mother to you. Once upon a time, I couldn't understand why.
Today, Little A, the "why" that I do not understand is how I have been so blessed. How God chose me to have you; how he gave me such an amazing gift. I thank Him for you so many times a day, little one. So many times.
And now here I am, on the eve of four, wondering how it is that just yesterday I found that I carried you within me.
I will always carry you within me, Little A.
Four. And four hundred times over.
Happy Birthday, Love.