Saturday was Tink's third birthday. It was a wonderful day full of not-so-healthy food, presents opened throughout the day, and lots of memories made. She spent the day reminding us that it was, indeed, her birthday, and occasionally breaking into renditions of "Happy Birthday to Me." We played hard, laughed a lot, and took pictures and pictures and pictures.
It was a good day.
It seems that time is slipping by more quickly these days. It could be that my life is a bit more settled than it once was, so the routine of the days makes them seem to pass more quickly. It could be that I've been focused on some big things lately so the ordinary-ness of everyday life seems to fade to the background a bit. It could be that whenever a milestone--like a birthday or holiday--comes around on my calendar I feel like we've just had one, so time must be going by quickly.
After all, my daughter is three, and it seems like just yesterday that she'd just been born. (Isn't that what's most commonly said?) This time next year we'll be getting ready to register her for pre-K.
Tink has changed a lot in the last year. Her strength and mobility have caught up, she's gotten taller and smarter. She's much more communicative (read: she never stops talking). She's developed her own personality and sense of style. And Sister is really good at rolling her eyes.
Welcome to three, Tink. I can't wait to see what it has in store for us.