Mabel Clementine! Oh, my darling. Today she is three.
This child who's never met a stranger, who eats up attention, who yells, "GUYS, LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!" as she performs daredevil stunts--she is three. The one who loves make up and dress up and shines bright as the spotlight in which she loves to stand is three! The girl who changes from mermaid to witch to super hero; who casts spells and loves zombies and soars in to save the day. That Mabel.
She. Is. Three.
With her wild eyes and even wilder imagination she reminds me to be more passionate. To be thrilled at the bug who landed on that stick or the squirrel who's perched on our deck rail or the way her skirt twirls when she spins and spins and spins. She delights in the littlest of things with enormous enthusiasm. And it's contagious.
Happy third birthday, Maybe Baby. I'm glad we're best friends and I hope to always be. Love you fiercely.