Brooke's Birthday Dinner and Party

My baby is 3. Something seems wrong with this. We are out of diapers. Pull-ups. Swim diapers. All of it. This is super exciting, but also kind of overwhelming. Brooke is quick to remind me that she is "NOT A BABY". So, apparently, we are not only out of diapers around here, but babies as well. I secretly still whisper in her sleeping ear that she will always be my baby. This spunky, spirited, energetic, beautiful and life changing child is 3. The teeny tiny miracle that fought daily for her life is 3. The mighty body that proved doctors completely wrong is 3. The little heartbeat that brought tears to mommy's eyes every appointment is 3. The fighter that still shows us that "I'll show you" is 3. It is a strange thing. Kids growing up. Developing personalities. Experiencing the world. And I can say, with complete certainty, that my life will never be the same with this miracle in it.

"I miss all my friends."