Surfing... racing... leaping...
Poised and ready to race towards the future...
Three is the tipping point, the crest of the wave...
The baby behind... the girl ahead... tumbling and splashing towards the shores...
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My smiling babe...
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My garden elf... |
My free bird...
Who gave so much to my big, troubled girl...
My seaside sweetheart...
Bringing light to the darkness...
Holding our hands through every day...
Loving with such fierce and unbridled passion...
Growing, and building...
She can "do it by I self you know"...
She who appears in my bed...
Who explores every where she goes....
And does it in style...
She lives fast and hard....
And knows what is precious...
She gives me the giggles...
Adores her big sister...
Makes her own way...
There are times when living this vivaciously is just too much...
My little dream-eater....
My paper stealer.... My creator...
My big little girl.
Tomorrow, three is here.
Frogive me a tear... a reminisce... a little heartache...
As we surf down the crest of the wave into the sparkling future...
