On the one hand, I am all how can she be 4 already? And on the other hand, it's like Of course she is four. She's practically 14.
In some ways the Facebook memory posts of her in the hospital are slaughtering me in the wake of this miscarriage, but in other ways, they are making it easier to deal because we have come so far since the baby days.
She had a really awesome birthday yesterday, and I, of course, took pictures of all of it. So here you go:
The children were wildly enthusiastic to start the day at the crack of 7 with presents and breakfast cake, obvs.