
It hits me even harder this birthday because we are moving in one week and when we moved down here she was 4 weeks old. I remember thinking to myself about how she'd be 3 when we moved back and I remember imagining what she'd be like and look like... and now it's upon me. She's 3. Just like that.
But anyway, she had a great day - except when one of the church congregations sang happy birthday to her and she cried - she hates a fuss on her birthday. She didn't want a party, she didn't want a lot of attention and the food she asked for as her special meal was (and I quote) "Pasta with salt. No budda (butter)." So that's what I made for dinner and she LOVED it even turning to me once and making the M-M-good sound.

Instead of a cake she wanted chocolate pie and mickey mouse plates.

Rob's Mom and step sister got her a bunch of new clothes so she put on a new "alphabet", as she says, every hour or so. She played in her room with her new pink bunny from my parents - pretending it was her baby. And at the end of the day we read some new books she had received.
She thanked Rob and I for her birthday, like, 6 times through out the day. She just so sweet and wants her birthday celebrated simply. She's growing up so fast. So fast.

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