I cannot believe my little baby is three years old. Where does the time go? It really does seem like just yesterday that I was sitting in the hospital room, waiting for my little girl who just didn’t want to be born.

Macy, when I met you that day, I felt like I had always known you. You fit right into our lives as if you’d always been part of our family. I could sit and watch you and your funny antics all day long! You love to sing and dance, and you live to jump. Everywhere we go, people always smile and laugh because you don’t just WALK places…you hop. You skip. You leap with joy every minute of your day, and I love that.

I love how you sing everything these days. I love how you call Daddy “Mr. Daddy” and I love how you turn every word into something new…lately it’s “Macy go-dacy” or “Mommy go-dommy”. You are definitely a mommy’s girl, and you love to snuggle with me. (Please God, I hope that never changes!)

You love your sister so much, but I can see now she’s a little more mobile, you are becoming protective of your things and your space. But wow, no one can make Claire laugh like you do. She adores you. We all do!

You are my snugglebug, my lovey, my darling little girl. I love you.