|This is what three looks like right after you left two|
|This is what a big sister looks like trying to talk the birthday girl into giving up her new presents|
We had a great day together even though there were no favors in mason jars or cupcakes with frilly tags. There was a Carvel ice cream cake and life really doesn't get much better than a slice of ice cream cake. Unless your name is Maggie Jones and it is your third birthday and Mommy makes an executive decision that everyone should have seconds. It was delicious.
Kev went into work late so that she could open her gifts in the morning. Then he and his sweet little 3 year old had a tea party together before he had to leave us. Maggie serves up a fantastic imaginary tea party.
I have a three year old again, and I am thankful for her life. I am thankful for her little lip that quivers if my voice is anything but kind. I'm thankful that she tells me all the time that I am her best friend. I'm thankful that she is brave (which is a big deal because she is very shy). I am thankful that she sings all the time, very loudly. She is smart, she notices things, she has dimples and ringlets.