Saturday, September 5, 2009
I just went in to give Parker one last night kiss (but since I grabbed the camera and ran downstairs to blog it, I'll most definitely be sneaking in one more time before I finally retire), and this is what I found. She's all zonked out. Not a care in the world. BOTH of her silky "night-night's," her Tinkerbell blanket, her Tinkerbell Minnie Mouse, her HIDEOUS kitty-cat pillow, Snuggle-pup and my old "Herself the Elf" sleeping bag are within reach, and all is right.
She's 2.5 years old now. Time flies. I couldn't be more in love with my little Ragamuffin Princess. Tonight she started doing forward rolls on her own. She's *finally* talking! She loves butterfly kisses and singing "This Little Piggy" with her daddy. I could go on, but my prose is *seriously* lacking tonight, so I'll spare us all.
God, please don't let the days pass too quickly. My heart can't take it. Thank You for every moment and memory with Parker.