“I’m losing my baby!” my daughter laments while planning our youngest granddaughter’s birthday.
The birthday girl is three. She is losing her baby fat, wants to do everything “by myself”, knows her own mind and can articulate it.
Like this unicorn costume she insisted on wearing instead of the party dress her mother bought her.
Last year, she spent most of her birthday in her playhouse in the backyard. This year, she barely fits.
Of course, she is forever a princess and will remain so in my heart.
For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: endings.